Finn is an easy baby.
Or, as I like to say, either Finn is easier than Will was, or I am easier than I was with Will, or both. Probably both--I just ask Finn to go with the flow as much as possible, and Finn honors my request, and it makes things seem EASY.
Don't get me wrong: there is stuff that is objectively not easy. Finn isn't a marathon sleeper like Will was. He has a long stint in the evening, from 8 or 9 to 2 or 3 in the morning, but then he's up every two or three hours again, so he almost always wakes us up just before Dave's alarm is set to go off anyway. That's not great timing, FINTAN DAVID. But we'll forgive you because...
...your dimples, kid. There are two of them, although one looks like it's here to stay while the left one might be a driveby dimple. Still, when they come out to play it is beyond cute. Today you had your first real laugh, this delighted inhalation while I was singing "Mighty Duke of York" and lifting you up on my knee.
(Another thing you have two of: man boobs. You are filling out nicely, and as of the last few weeks you have added some thigh rolls and chest chub and a full extra chin to complement your original chin.)
Finn has also gotten on a schedule of late. It's not a fabulous schedule, but it's predictable. OK, not so much of a schedule as sa routine. He likes to fall asleep in the Ergo (like a Baby Bjorn) carrier, and after a while he'll allow himself to be transferred to the swing or bassinet. Hot Tip: He must be swaddled to endure this transfer. When he wakes up, he needs to nurse within fifteen or so minutes, but can be distracted by some face time with someone--anyone--and a few songs or tickles. Like big brother Will, he uses but is not addicted to his pacifier. Hopefully he'll follow suit with Will's six-month pacifier self-weaning, too.
So, that's it. His nighttime and morning wakeups are only to eat, although sometimes at six or seven a.m. he'll stare at me until I smile, and then he'll smile back. His afternoon wakeups show more of his smiley personality. Finn's only kryptonite so far is the car seat. As much as Will loved his car seat, chose to sleep there, still falls asleep there regularly? That's how much Finn hates it. And I've only just figured out why: he doesn't want to be left alone. He cries when I leave the room, although that could be more of a "Wait, where's my lunch lady?" cry. He loves it when Will comes over to point out his toes/nose/ears/mouth/chin/elbow, interjecting a "Goo-Gah!" or "Hiiiiiii!" and dotting him with kisses.
So basically, Finn loves attention, being held, being talked to and kissed, and eating. He hates the opposite of all those things. And who can blame him?
Furthermore, who can resist him? YUM.