He is a good looking baby, and that's sort of a relief because I'd hate to be part of one of those families that goes around showing pictures of an ugly baby forcing people to try to figure out how not to let on that the baby they've just been shown a picture of is ugly.
Jensen is, so far as I know, a last name. Then again, so is Denzel and look at Mr. Washington.
Fingers are always the part of babies that amaze me. The feet, the bodies, the heads, the legs and arms don't impress me. The fingers seem impossible. The tiny little fingers, the tiny little joints, the tiny little finger nails. It seems unreal and impossible. Though my eyes see it a part of me just doesn't believe.
I didn't eat all day until for the ride home I realized I'd packed lunch for school. So I got a sandwich in me in the end.
He seems to like humming. My sister doesn't seem to have figured that out in spite of me telling her after an extended period during which I was left with the baby and everyone else was caring for her now that the two of them were separate.
Humming has the advantage of:
1 Not needing to know the words
2 Not sounding really fracking weird when you realize that you only knew two lines of a song and then switch to a different one, if you keep calm and time it right there's no obvious, "You fucked up," moment and you can do that twenty times in a row if need be.