Our Little Noisemaker

Picture of Innocence: Who me?

If you have spent time with Nathan, you might have noticed that he is constantly producing noises and squeaks, even in his sleep. Our first night in the hospital, I hardly slept enjoying the soft cooing sounds he made. As the weeks have passed, his soft coos have become louder and sometimes even sound like crying (we all have been fooled into thinking he is waking from a nap, only to find him fast asleep still). We love hearing him and are entertained during the day. At night, it can make it harder to fall asleep or stay asleep.

Nathan's Auntie Jennifer has said repeatedly that we need to record his sound effects. I did so this morning as we hung out on the couch. Enjoy!

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