Karolina; “I look at him and I see you, his profile. You both have the same lip and chin.”

We are in Cordillera. Newey is a blob, a burrito, feeding, sleeping, pooping. He doesn’t cry much. He does have a personality already. He won’t shut up until he’s in Karolina’s arms at night; he won’t sleep in the “co-sleeper” but only in Karolina’s arms. Karolina says he has my chin (with the dimple) and upper-lip.