Smitten.
Smitten with those pouty lips, the dimpled chin, sweet baby smell, and the soft coo's and chirps of sweet Vincent.
There is of course the bleary eyed wake ups to the late night cries, and the twinges of pain from the constant nursing but it is all oh-so wonderful.
Little Vincent is a week old and we are all happy to be home. There is no routine at this point, just enjoying the moments, thankful that Oma is here to help out, and so happy to see George taking on his role of the 'big bruder'.
I have forgotten how much newborns sleep and often forget to take advantage of this by catching a few winks myself. Instead I hold this warm bundle of sweetness in my arms and just revel in this tiny being.
