"Are you a daddy now?"

Clara: Are you a daddy now?
Brett: Yes.
Clara: Do you go on the roof?

I do a lot of things now that I didn't used to. Going on the roof, fortunately, isn't yet one of them. For one, I spend an awful lot of time looking into the eyes of a two-week old.


I'm not the only one enjoying Micah's company. Here he is with Gramps (my dad).


Micah is getting more and more adept at keeping his fingers in his mouth. He was born knowing what his fingers were for, but on the rare occasion they paused in his mouth, he would get so excited he'd flex his arm, and off they'd go. Here he's managed to keep them there a bit longer.


And now just hanging out with Grammy (my mom).


This is Micah's new favorite position. Hold him any other way when he's fussy and he'll let you know about the great injustice you are perpetrating against him. Also, you must pat him on his butt. Neglect this at your own risk.


Baby toes peeking out of a blanket.


Cuddling with mom after eating.