Bobo is now 1 month old!

Warm and sleepy.
That's what you are always.

You are not a frantic sucker like EggEgg, who pecks at me like a vampire, blindly, blood-thirsty, frantic.
You are more gentle. Nonchalant.  The world can pass you by and you are not a bit impatient.  That is so much like your Daddy.

You are so easily satisfied. Watching, sleeping, watching, sleeping all day long.  Slumping into my pouch, like a little kangaroo in its mothers pouch.  Your head buried so deep in my breast that I often wonder if you will suffocate.  And when you sleep, your body melts into a soft mass, moulding and melting into me. We merge as one once again like you were in my womb.

You observe the world going by, the noisy chaos of your two older brothers, from this safe vantage point.

You rode a bus, a train and have been to the annual Easter Show before you even turn one month old! When we came back, everyone slept like dead corpses, you too slept through the night for the first time, out of exhaustion.

You came into this world, like a quadriplegic, who could control only the muscles of the mouth: open-shut-open-shut.  Every other muscle is not working for you. You can't even decide for yourself where you want to suck, where you want to look, where you want to turn.  Your eyes are unfocused, and after a relaxing bath in the evening, they even squint so much until I got really worried.  Your fists kept knocking on your own head, luckily you didn't try to gorge out your own eyes.

Do you have any idea where your body ends and where Mami's body starts?