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