FOX: My beautiful (not so little) little man. You are 6 weeks old today and oh my, how you’ve grown. Your checks have plumped up and are ever so kissable, plus your legs are getting meatier and are almost ready to pinch. When you are awake (and not screaming) you delight us with big open-mouthed grins and cute little coos and gargles. Today you were happy to listen to my out of tune lullabies and nonsensical mutterings for twenty minutes or more without complaint. You stared at me intently, as if you were wondering what the hell I was on about. Every so often you found a random word or phrase particularly hilarious and I swear you made a sound almost like a giggle. Although, now that I think of it, it may have been in response to my terrible singing voice.