Fatherhood (revisited)

So Mason is a week old as of 4:30 this morning. A month ago I would have guessed that I would be a wreck by now trying to grasp all that it takes to care for an infant, but honestly it's not that bad... check that, it's not bad at all. I've learned how to recognize what he needs and although mom is a lot better at it than me, I can usually provide some comfort. I can't do any wicked awesome aerobatics with him yet, but I'm pretty good at holding him. Diaper changing is cumbersome as expected, but it's really not that bad (at the moment). I keep wondering if he knows me yet, if his little brain has processed that I'm someone important to him. I've read parts of one book that claims that a baby that young is completely clueless about anything other than the need to eat and poop. Well, I'm just not sure that I can buy that, not that I know anything about neurology or infant psychology (if there is such a thing). All I know is that sometimes when he wakes up and manages to open his eyes and look at me or his mom, he often cracks a smile. Maybe he's smiling to let out some gas like his dad, or maybe he DOES know that we love him. Either way, I'd have to say that it makes me smile!