Vincent is still sleeping a lot - eating a lot - and pooping a lot. The main difference is the introduction of his intermittent stints of being awake and curious. He likes to stare at my face. It's amazing how we look at each other like staring at fish tanks - it has a calming affect with a little anxiety waiting for what could happen next. He also enjoys laying in his crib and watching the mobile great aunt Robbie gave him (thanks aunt Robbie!). He turns his head to figure out where the "baby-Mozart" music is coming from and waves his arms while grunting and mumbling. I believe he thinks he's at a concert "Rock On!" little dude.