He cranes his head around to look for baby girl.
He turns when he hears his Dad talking.
He watches me intently as I bring almonds to my mouth, hand to lips, one after one.
He follows the cup of tea as I raise it up, then set it down again.
Mostly I love how baby boy sits lying on my lap, staring at me so seriously, like he's trying to figure me out, take me in, and study every part of me, all at once.
That's my favourite bit. I gaze right back. 

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