The First Four...um...Eight Weeks

While I started to think about this post when Soren was four weeks old, I never finished up and, wow, now he's eight weeks old.  While the last two months of pregnancy feel like about two years, it's as though I sneezed and--poof!--suddenly he's two months old.

Really, I don't know what has happened to the last eight weeks.  The only proof I have that time has actually passed is that now I'm short two boxes of diapers, Soren is missing most of the hair he started with, his little chicken-legs are plumping up, he's too long for the outfit he came first came home in, he's sleeping in six hour stretches at night, and he's learned how to smile and coo making it so that I'm having a hard time doing anything else in the day but sit and kiss his chubby little cheeks (not that I want to do anything else).

Here's a smattering of photos from the last several weeks.  See for yourself....he's perfection!

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