Truth be told this week has been such a roller coaster that I almost forgot to take my weekly picture.  In fact, looking back at my library this was the only picture I took of Kai during week 16.  -85 for me.  Anyway, I’ve noticed that my “little buddy” (as I like to call him) has this thing about watching me.  The other day I took him in the bathroom me, and he sat there for about 10 minutes or so, just watching as I shaved my head and my beard.  10 minutes of watching is a long time for anyone, especially a 4.8 month old baby.  The same thing happens when I walk into the house, a room he is in, or if I start to talk (even though the talking thing could be because I’m Brooklyn-loud when I talk).   He pauses from whatever he’s doing, stares at daddy for a few, then is back to business. I like that; it makes me feel as if though he’s already identifying with this father.  That means I have to watch my every move as I’m already been watched.