T, you love – simply love – laying and looking at the ceiling fan.

H and K enjoyed it in the same way.

I think it has to do with a baby’s developing eyes and the contrast that brown fan blades make against a white ceiling.

It’s maybe one of the first things there is to focus on…

When you are fussy, H will sometimes suggest:

Maybe T wants to see her friend Fanny?!

You have been smiling at mama for days now – but you smiled at me for the first time this week.

Stay my baby forever. Don’t ever grow up.

I love you.

-Dad

T, you are scaring us right now.

You are two months old and you are stretching and pushing at the end of your, size three-month, pajamas.

You might turn out to be a tall one!

I frequently pick you up and am surprised how long you have gotten.

I love you.

-Dad

T, you have worn onesies almost exclusively since we brought you home from the hospital.

You wore a dress the other day (a green St. Patricks dress), but it has been onesies other than that.

Well, today you wore a short sleeve shirt and pants for the first time and it was just the most adorable thing ever.

They were soft and pink and perfect.

I forgot how cute babies in pants could be.

I love you.

-Dad