Weston paid his first visit to his great-grandparents’ house yesterday. He didn’t seem too impressed . . .
. . . but then he’d just been to see the doctor, and had a big bandage on his little bitty heel. No doubt an exhausting experience.
He has some blond fuzz, but I haven’t seen his eyes yet. Not that you can tell much about that at four days old. It’s going to be fun to watch; though we’ve had grandkids and great-grandkids in abundance — I think he’s GGK number seven — none of them have been close enough to observe from day to day.
Maybe I’ll even work up the nerve to hold him . . . eventually.