More of Himself

And Luca? Practically three weeks old, long off that pesky oxygen, sleeping for lo-ong stretches, including much and even most of the way through the night. Ingesting well, digesting well, gaining weight even. Head up, looking right at you.

Babies!

Let's do a little slide show. First, pulchritude.

You don't say!

With the hat that Claire made for him.

Without the hat that Claire made for him. (Note Grandma's hands, giving a sense of scale.)

Longitude.

Three-shot.

Side-sleeper.

The burdens of being so beautiful: