One Month of Mister

Imagine showing up at someone's house, not knowing the language, with the severe handicap of being unable to walk, talk (or do anything really), and being surrounded by the chaos of two dogs, two small children, and various visitors.  Quite the shock after a peaceful lifetime of solitude, wouldn't it be?
And yet, this sweet Mister has come through a whole month of this overwhelming circumstance with grace far beyond his days.  He's taken it all in stride nicely, and though  it has only been a month (yesterday), we've gotten to know a few things about our new addition in between all that chaos.
For one, the poor thing takes after His older sister in that He suffers from a terrible newborn rash and also (cue doomsday soundtrack) from colic.  He does not have the ALL-evening-without-a-second's-letup colic that Little One had, but his woes are enough to keep us on our toes (Reaching for the coffee).  Poor little thing.  Sometimes 4PM hits and his lip pops out and trembles.  His knees draw up and out comes the Pitiful Wail.  We look at Him and kiss His forehead and say gently, "there, there, Little Mister.  You're giving it a good try.  But if you think you can phase us with that mewing little cry you have no idea how battle-hardened we are, son."  I'm not sure whether it's His subdued personality, a less intense case of it, or the fact that our experience makes us both better at knowing how to ease the trouble and less phased by it, but in the end this round of Colicky Baby has been slightly less exhausting than the last.
Other than the evening colic drama and a few nursing issues, though, Mister is a breeze of a baby.  He is unperturbed by the raucous noise of the household, does not complain about being dragged out into sub-freezing temperatures for pre-school drop-off.  In fact, when not in pain or really, really hungry, He is not at all a fussy guy.  As long as He has a clean diaper (a true must for our gentleman) and a full tummy, all He asks is to be snuggled as much as is humanly possible.  He loves to be cuddled SO much.  So, so much.  Fortunately, there is a whole household full of people who are only too happy to oblige.
He loves the bath, loves the play gym, and loves to be read and sung to.  He likes to look right at your face with a concerned, serious expression, as if trying to classify you for His research on alien species, and then break out into a huge grin as if deciding that you are at least a very amusing creature.
He's a pretty calm, happy little dude.  Of course, He has spent His entire month of life being constantly and extremely adored by a crowd of fans. Plus, He has the cutest, most awesome sock collection probably ever.  Who wouldn't be happy with all that?
Overall, the sweetness and cuddliness far outweigh the colic and the frequent night time demands for attention.  They even outweigh the laundry and that is a hefty level of tonnage.
Little Mister, I never knew what it would be like to have a boy.  I wasn't sure I was, you know, that kind of Mama.  But you have so quickly and completely set me straight about that.  It turns out that having a little boy is amazingly fabulous.  It is heart-explodingly joyful, just like having little girls has been.  It turns out that having three littles is wonderful and perfect.  And, my goodness, so are you.
What an incredible month it has been!  What a lifetime it will be.  We love you!