Meeting Naomi

On Saturday I got to meet my betrothed best friend, Naomi Hills. The arranged friendship was a hit. We nursed at the same times, played together on Naomi's quilt, sat in our bouncy seats together, and spit up together. We even cried together, which every one seemed to really enjoy. Naomi is super sweet and coos and cries like a little angel. I didn't realize that my voice was deep and husky until I met her. She tried to teach me to coo (she is two weeks older and wiser), but it just kept coming out like grunts and snorts - my usual method of communicating. I'll keep practicing. At least, now I know what cooing sounds like. Thanks pal!