Five months ago, you decided to show up early, and holy crap, what a surprise you were. Two months early and tiny, but healthy. Thirty-five days in the NICU, then home.
And what a ride it’s been since. Trying at times, sure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re a great kid, I’m dopey about you, and I’m having a blast.
Newest developments: you can roll over from your stomach to your back. But not the other way, yet. You’re not as psychotically anti-bath as you once were. You snore sometimes. And you’ve really taken to a toy your mom and I call “the goony bird” — you’re crazy about it, in fact. I’ll post pics of it someday soon.