Dear floppy-eared boy,

I find it interesting how your hair has gone from dark brown to light blonde in just nine months, and your eyelashes have exploded like fireworks from your face.


I am so grateful that you are not sparing with your smiles. You unceasingly brighten my day.


Even as a small baby, you were always content to play on your own. This has continued. There is something special about being able to have quiet moments to yourself. I hope you keep it up.

You are such a tactile baby. You touch everything. You taste everything. You seem to have an endless stream of saliva. . .

Sometimes I just look at you and can see you learning and processing information. You observe and file things away. I hope we are all being good examples for you.

Dear floppy-eared boy. I love you.