There's a song that's popular right now by pharell called "Happy" and, I swear, it's the soundtrack to your day. Kip even remarked that you kick your fat little legs to the beat. It always makes me think of you.
As easily as you smile, you also cry, but only for good reason like when someone puts you down when you want to be held or takes something away from you that you want to play with.
This was right after Edward took some Mardi Gras beads away from you. Your cry has been described as sounding like "an old man's laugh" and "the saddest cry ever." Luckily, you recover quickly.
Despite the fact that he occasionally takes toys from you, you light up the minute you see your brother. He is already very protective over you and loves playing and snuggling with you. I'm amazed that boys know how to wrestle at such an early age. You definitely hold your own with him and the more I think he's annoying you, the more you laugh and giggle.
My favorite thing in the world right now is when I go to pick you up and you wrap your arms around my neck and give it a little squeeze with your tiny puffy little fingers.
I also love our new little game we play before bed where we lie on the floor side-by-side and you wriggle your body so you can get your face right next to mine and then roll away really quickly so you can see me. It's so silly but I love it.
You're not quite crawling, but you have no problem getting around. You love to try new foods and have enjoyed things like pot roast veggies and chunks of tomatoes from my spaghetti and meatballs. You go to bed early (6:15) and sleep in (sometimes as late as 7:30) but you have a hard time napping. FOMO (fear of missing out).
Basically, you are a ray of sunshine, a ball of energy, a bundle of joy, my wonderfully happy squishy little honey bear.
I love you.
Love,
Mom
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