Mom and Dad still breathing...

As we wind down our first week with Fox, we remember all the tender and sweet moments that are shared between a newborn and his parents... the gentle burbles of li'l Fox, soft as a whisper...the serene moments gazing at this cherub heavy with sleep on your chest or in your arms...and those dubious moments when we watch his plump, pink face in wonder, as its shade deepens to red, then an eerie shade of lavender and his lips purse and fists wriggle out of his blanket, is he about to scream... cry... burb... poop... or all of the above?