Rule 1 of fatherhood: Let sleeping babies lie.
It’s impressive watching how quickly babies learn and progress; in Ada’s first week she barely opened her eyes; by her second, she was beginning to open them and look around. In her fourth, she’s beginning to notice if anyone’s looking at her and complaining vigourously if she’s not getting enough attention.
She’s stopped hitting herself in the face as often, as well, which is a mixed blessing. On the one hand (ho-ho), it means she’s less likely to claw her own eyes out; on the other hand, many comedy gold moments are no more, like the time she threw a howling fit which stopped only when she punched herself in the nose. Or her hands-on-side-of-head-howl that looked like an Edvard Munch painting (accompanied by cries of “No noes! Oh noes!” from her heartless father).
snort heartless daddy!
I was impressed today with how she followed me with her eyes when I moved. Slowly, it took her while to catch up, but she was definitely looking for me.
BTW, she is really cute. DAMN cute!
Actually, today and yesterday, she’s seriously working on her sight, I think. She’s getting better and better at tracking moving objects.