Gus doesn’t love us yet.
One of the most interesting things about this whole experience is the realization that right now he’s just a bundle of pre-set reactions. The sucking, the kicking, the crossing of his eyes. All very cute but none of it on purpose yet.
Even his little hand that reaches up to scratch his cheek or grab his ear -even this is uncontrolled. And his face has no idea it’s his own hand (which I’ve now come to think of as ‘the claw’) and reacts in suprise each time he does it. Makes it easier to know this though so that I don’t take it as a sign that he’s not hungry, for example, when he won’t move his arms out of his mouth when I’m trying to feed him the bottle.
So no smiles yet or adoring gazes or badly cooked eggs and burnt toast in bed. He’s still just a little animal.
The best part is all the little noise he makes though. The little grunts and squeeks and gurgles. Even his farts are cute. (And no this doesn’t continue into adulthood, Charles.)