My love, my sweet boy, my Harr Bear. Hi, and happy 8-month birthday!
The past month has been craaaaazy. Crazy. You've been such a busy boy. Are you ready for a rundown?
In the last month, you took your first trip to NYC, witnessed your first snow, had a few play dates, took a few hikes, had your first sleepover when Charlie came over, hit up the Long Island vineyards, had your first
Yesterday was the 17th, which means no matter how unbelievable, another month has passed. You're officially a cereal-eating, toe-lint hoarding, 5-month old that doesn't stop jumping, chewing, smiling and giggling.
You're our inquisitive, sometimes-silly, sometimes-serious boy and my, you're growing quickly.
It's Mom again. I know it's only been a few weeks since I wrote you your last letter, but you're two months old today so I had to share some updates. Two months. Sheesh! I'll write you monthly from here on out, since it'll be a nice round number on which I can dish about all of your latest doings. Nice, round numbers make Type A-ish people like Mommy very happy.
You crossed the six week mark yesterday and Daddy and I can't believe it! What did we do with our time before you came along? Our lives are now wrapped around your very existence and every need, and that's okay with us. In my opinion, we've adjusted to the lack of sleep admirably. I've only had a few meltdowns and Daddy hasn't had any! Of course, I blame it on the hormones. :)