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
T, you have so much hair.
I mean, you have more hair than H and K had – put together – at the same age.
For now it is absolutely gorgeous and still dark.
But just on top, where one’s bald spot would normally be, you have a large whisp of hair bunched together.
It is frequently sticking up in the air after a good night sleep, but Mom likes bushing it and styling it after your baths.
All that to say, H calls it your “floof.”
Or – sometimes – your “floofy.”
As in:
Let me have a turn. I want to comb T’s floofly!
Mom and I have gotten a big kick out of it.
Don’t you ever cut that floof off…
I love you.
-Dad