The second week I was pretty much content to just stare at her. But babies, cute as most of them are, are really only fascinating for so long at a stretch, and I've mostly figured out now when she wants food, when she wants to suck on something, and when she has to burp. Apparently she could care less about the state of her diaper. That she exists at all is still pretty freaky though.
Now, nearing the end of the third week, I curse her as the little demonic sleep stealing bitch that she really is. But still really cute too.