Category Archives: T

Floof

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

T, I sat for about half an hour today and held you while you slept.

It was perfect.

They best part was that while i held you, you were having the best baby dreams.

You would huff and puff, softly chirp, squirm, and breathe both fast and slow.

Your face would change from happily asleep to a frown and back again.

For or five times you smiled like something fantastic had happened.

You are so beautiful.

And it was such a delight to watch you dream.

I hope you dream big forever.

I love you.

-Dad

T, you are making squirmy baby noises in the corner as I type.

I mean, I wish i could describe it better for you, but the echo of squeaks and grunts and grumbles is something I am nostalgic about at this point.

I remember them with H. And I remember them with K.

So here I sit, enjoying them a few last times, before too many more days go by.

It makes my heart ache for the past.

T, I can’t believe tonight is your first night at home.

Welcome.

I love you.

-Dad