Abraham,
Everyday you are more alive than the last. Your eyes are dark and shiny, full of thought and wonder. We stare at each other forever, smiling at all the stupid things I do to entertain you. We are all amazed at the world you are waking up to.
Today you were full of sounds, some like words, some like curious cats. Today your Advent calendar contained a pineapple. Today you hold your head up high, intrigued by the new view. Today you screamed like a banshee in the car seat.
You have a bedtime ritual now. We dance with you to you Bob Marley's 'Rebel Music.' I love that you love such fierce protest music. It fits your strong voice. In the midst of the dancing, you end up in your pajamas. This can be a delicate business as you have some strong opinions about sleeves. After dancing, we swaddle you, wrapping you tightly in fabric, until you look like a tiny bean with big eyes. Swaddling is a new discovery, one that helps you immeasurably; your arms still have lives of their own and frequently swing wildly, wacking you in the face unless contained. You sleep better without such abuse. Good night kisses all around and then your Mom nurses you into sweet slumber.
It's a good life.
Pa-
Hi sweet boy:
Can’t believe how you have grown since we saw you in November.
You look like you can take on the world, and by the look in your eyes nothing is going to get past you.
Showed your picture to your cousin Nick and he gave you a big kiss and said “baby”. You two have to meet soon.
Love you–Grandma “J” and Grampa “L”