I was browsing the internet for photo references on one of my current projects, and I came across an image that made my heart squeeze- it was a picture of a woman with a sleeping newborn on her chest. And I was suddenly overcome by the memory of Neeps's newborn weight on me, the perfect floppy surrender of his slumbering limbs- and I missed it. He's all of three months old, and already I miss a stage in his life: nowadays whenever I try to get him to sleep on my chest, he's all sturdy thrashing about, taking up almost the entirety of my torso while he's at it. He's solid, now, in a way he just wasn't, in the beginning. He is an infant, not a newborn.
|Stars preserve me.|
(And Liz Taylor, obviously.)
And then I said he has wizard eyes, because we gave him a wizard name. This may or may not have caused additional eye-rolling.