I can scarcely believe that eight months ago, on a Tuesday just like today, our baby son was born. You've grown so much since then!
You are still maintaining your size, which is quite long for your age. I sometimes refer to you as "my little big boy". In my opinion, you are simply perfect looking. A perfectly round head, large, round eyes that shine like gems. Very light brown hair that looks blond in certain kinds of light. Perhaps, though, no one but me cares about your chunky thighs and cute toes. I'm always threatening to eat you for dinner, and some days, I do come close! You find it hysterically funny when I do take a few bites, so no harm done!
We've just celebrated our first Christmas together, and while you were none the wiser about the festivities, Daddy and I were so happy to celebrate with our firstborn. You've also just experienced some of the coldest temperatures in twenty years... well, not really. You were kept inside, warm and cozy, by the fireplace. No way was I going to bring you out in that!
You have been and still are an excellent eater. There's no need for Mommy and Daddy to make airplane noises or try to coerce you to open your mouth for food. You eat it all up with little effort on our part. You still don't care for peas, but I find that if I talk in my high-pitched voice, and make it sound like it is the most exciting thing in the world, you do tolerate them better. You still are not the best sleeper, and while that can be hard on Mommy, I try to remember that this time is but a brief moment. Blink, and you'll be a grown man!
I love to talk to you. I tell you so much, not because you understand me yet, but because some day I want you to be a good communicator. On some of these cold winter days, I love to tell you about our summer plans. Daddy and I have been dreaming since last summer about some of the things we'd do this year, when our Caleb would be a year old. The zoo and the fair are on the top of our list! We can't wait for the warm weather so we can get out and enjoy fun activities together as a family.
Being a mother, I've heard said, is the hardest job in the world. Now that I am one, I'd have to agree. There are days I'm so tired it is hard to even keep the living room tidy. However, it is the best job in the world. I could care less for corporate ladders. The things of this world have no allure for me. My heart is at home with you, where I, Lord willing, am making a cozy home for you and your Daddy day by day.
I love you, my darling boy!
Love always,
Mama
