This post is for you my little man. I previously said I would write you and I don't want to be a father that is known to have empty promises.
June 14th, 2011
Good evening my little monster. How you have changed so much the last few weeks. For a while, you mother and I thought that you would be like me and take your time with things. Well, we thought wrong. Last week while in Las Vegas, your grandmother informed us that you started crawling. Really? You couldn't wait until we got home? Oh well. I'm not upset. But now, when I'm at home with you and Savannah, I'll place you on the living room rug and leave you to play with your toys. I'll leave the room for maybe three minutes and then "poof!" you disappear. The funny thing about all this is that almost every time, I'll find you in between the chair and a half and the bay window.
You know what else, you're almost eight months and still not sleeping through the night!! Yet you surprised me again. It was about 4am and you were upset. Crawling out of bed, I found myself stumbling into your room. And there you were. Sitting up and as you glanced over at me, I swear, I haven't seen that big of a grin from you since you were born. I just smiled, picked you up and gave you a bottle. What a nice start to the day. An early day at that.
Love,
Daddy
Well, almost midnight here at 31's. I guess I should try and get some sleep.
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