Thomas was born four hectic weeks ago. It has gone by in a blink.
His face is plumping up, looking cuter all the time. His legs are starting to fatten, too, and stretch out now to fill up his pajama legs. He looks all around with wide eyes, and smiles in his sleep.
In a minute he’ll be a tantrum-throwing, milk-spilling toddler. And then a boy who always needs help with a book report or a science project and never picks up his dirty socks. But what my mother-heart craves is what I have now: a warm, sweet little bundle that curls up on my chest.
I think I may have to get a cat.