You are barely two and a half weeks old and you have stolen all of hearts a million times over. Right now you're sitting with me in a dark living room, cooing on my chest, slightly milk drunk. I never ever could've imagined that I could possibly love another child like I love your big brother, Amos, but I assure you, I love you so very much wee one! Already you are an excellent sleeper -- some nights you sleep 6-7 hours. (*Since this was written you've made me eat my words*) You eat like champ too...now we just need to get the spitting (a lot of) it back up under control. You have the most kissable little lips, just like Amos did (and still does); and, I probably kiss those little lips a million times a day. I know that one day all too soon I'll have to bribe you for kisses or steal them like I have to do with Amos, so I'm taking them now while you can't do anything about it. Your hair is a good deal darker than Moose's was and grows completely different than his. I can't wait to see what it looks like in years to come (I think it's going to be way lighter than it is now because your eyebrows are totally blonde, but, we'll see!). You have the same precious button nose that Amos has, but I can't tell if it's going to be a McCraw or Martin nose. Where Amos looked like a Martin (better yet, is almost a carbon copy of your daddy), we can't tell who you look like yet! No matter--like Honey says, you "just look like Solomon." Little boy, just like with Amos, I pray for you and over you when we're up conquering the world in the wee hours of the morning. Your Heavenly Father has set you apart for great things, not for your glory or for this world, but for His and His kingdom. Your daddy and I prayed for and over you before you were born and will do so everyday of our lives. Know little "Sah-ma-non" (as Amos calls you) that you are special and loved more than you'll ever be able go wrap your head around and that we feel so blessed to be your mama and daddy.