Jazz hands

I'm sitting feeding Mr. Ali, his little hand is cool against my skin because he refuses to let us swaddle his arms, so he's always flinging his hands into his own face, startling himself.

But right now he's content to just sit for a moment with a boob in his face, mostly asleep, occasionally suckling like a little piglet.

(we took this picture just before we left the hospital, he's so different already!)