Oh, you are one cute little thing. Your dad and I just cannot get enough of you. You are so much more interactive now, smiling and laughing and responding in ways that blow our minds.
You learned to roll, much to your pleasure sine you no longer are forced to stay on your stomach. You are not a fan of tummy time. Not a fan at all.
Your head continues to outpace your body by a good 25%. Even more amusing is your teeny little neck. It never stops delighting me to see you keep your head up on that wobbly little neck.
A year ago, we spent Thanksgiving in New York City. It was the epitome of a child-free vacation – we stayed in a swanky hotel, ate out, slept in, stayed up late, shopped, saw a show, and generally just lived it up.
This year, we stayed home for Thanksgiving, having our annual dinner with Band Ralphie and keeping things pretty calm. And, truth be told, I would take a quiet weekend with you every time over a weekend in New York City. I never thought I’d be the mom who would say that.
But then, I never thought I’d have a baby like you.