Each day when I get home from work I find I need to sit and just stare at Virg sleeping. It's like watching a lava lamp. For some unexplainable reason it's so relaxing and you just can't take your eye's off him. But unlike a lava lamp there is a element of suspense. Virg could poop, pee, spit up, start crying, or poop even more.
Here is a little vid of Virg in the crib. He's not doing much, but I could watch him for hours. Maybe it's just Dad hormones 'er something.
p.s. The glowing blue light is from the UV bed he had to be on because of Jaundice. It's not because he's an alien baby, or because we tricked out his bassinette to be all cool and stuff with florescent road lights, hydraulics, and a kicking audio system.
