One of my favorite images of Atticus thus far is him standing at the edge of his crib, holding the curtain back so that he can gaze out the window. I found him that way this morning (and another morning earlier this week). I didn't even know he was awake, but had gone in his room to wake him up myself since it was 7. He hadn't made a peep. He was just enjoying a new morning ritual of looking out onto the world. Makes my heart melt.