Wesley is now smiling and cooing and almost laughing. He is very social and is finally starting to appreciate his brothers' efforts to entertain him (at least for a minute or two, until it becomes too much). Out of the corner of my eye while I'm doing something nearby I'll see him watching me, and when I finally look his direction he smiles and wiggles and kicks his little legs until I look away again.
Wesley still loves nursing, being held, and being talked to, still desperately hates his carseat and going to sleep, and is still unsure how he feels about his poor dad (though usually his reactions tend towards the negative). He's a pretty good sleeper at night, a pretty terrible sleeper during the day, but is pleasant nonetheless so we can't complain (too loudly).
Luckily, though Wes has taken away my attention and changed much of our home life, the only complaint Luke and Derek really have is that I'm always hogging him and they don't get to hold him as often.
To quote a friend from church, "Youngs, you sure make some good looking kids!"
