While you come with a sunny disposition that not even the cloudiest day can sully...you also come with the unexplainable, inexplicable. BAD MOOD.
You get bored. So easily. A toy which held total fascination 15 minutes ago is thrown wildly from your body never to be seen again. Should I even dare to try giving it back you yell at me.
You yell at your mother, you mean it and you are only seven months old.
You and I could sleep forever. Curled into each other in a soft bed. Sleep has never been a problem. In that I am blessed.
You are social, we love to go on adventures together and neither of us ever.shuts.up.
When you are quiet, when you snuggle and when you are patient; you are your father. In those tiny moments when how something works not how it looks draws your attention; when you smile at me because you love me more then anything in this world.
Then you are 100% your father.
And I am more in love then I ever thought I could be.
Oh and look at that chubb...don't you just want to eat her up? Those thighs!