You are so remarkably laid back that sometimes I question if you could possibly be mine.
Have baby will travel. This is our motto. You are happy to go anywhere and do just about anything. You shine when you meet new faces and always, always...take it all in.
But don't listen to me. I am your Mother. It is my job to consider you perfect beyond all explanation. Listen to our family, our friends, or the random people out in the world. You ride on me or in your stroller with an awesome sense of wonder. Forever smiling, forever eager to see what is around the next corner.
I fill with pride to know that, by some miracle I don't yet understand, you are mine.You look just like my father.
I have to assure the other Moms at play group that you do in fact cry; you have your moments.
Just so they won't resent us.
But you know it, I know it...your Daddy knows it.
I'm lying to them.
My little love. You are such a good baby.
Oh...one more thing.
You actually make me laugh out loud. Which is amazing, since you know...you're a baby.