Six Days Old

I met baby Owen on the 27th of September when he was just six days old.  And he was pretty much what you would expect for such a small person!  Quiet, sleepy, stretchy, pulling a wonderful array of faces, and generally being tiny.  He didn't cry at me, which I take as being a good sign, and he very much liked my purple stripey hoody, so it seems he will be a boy of good taste!  I guess this is a rather clichéd shot, but there is something rather fantastic about tiny little hands.  And they won't be that small forever!