two months

Hank came, as most babies do, programmed to eat and sleep and poop and grow.  He's really good at all those things.
And also at crying.  He doesn't cry a whole lot, but he does seem never quite sure whether to take a nap or just cry about being tired.  I can relate.

He might be the best night time sleeper of our bunch.  I like that about him.
I swaddle him ever so tightly and wait for his eyelids to close, and can usually count on a few hours of rest.  I lean over the railing to lay him down, whispering the same small prayers:
Protect him. Help me. Thank you.