Thought I'd start this thread for naivenewbie, in the hope we can tell her about the wonderful bits about having a baby (and save her sanity perhaps).
When my DS was just 10 hours old, I was sitting in the hospital chair rocking him. He opened his huge blue eyes, looked up at my face with a very serious expression, and then reached out his hand and patted my chest. At that moment, I fell in love.
Now he is 18mo, he is learning to jump. So far he can bend his knees and move upwards vigorously - but his feet remain firmly on the floor. I could sit and watch him flapping determinedly all afternoon - he is such a tiny, independent little person.