My daughter is now four weeks old. She coos and burps and sleeps through the night (if you count "the night" as 2 a.m. till 9 a.m.) She still has the hair she was born with, a sweet blonde shade which may or may not last. Her eyes are still blue. My unscientific survey shows her weighing in at six and a half pounds. She "smiles" when she has gas and doesn't care who holds her, as long as Mommy or Daddy is within earshot. When her hands are not locked in a kung-fu grip, she's wrapping her daddy around her tiny little finger.