Dear Emerson,
You are two months old today. The doctor says you are perfect (and I agree). You weigh 13.8 pounds and are 23.5 inches long. You smile at us. You laugh. You coo and squeal and have conversations. You are just starting to watch your mainland family on Skype and show them your sweetness.
The past two months have flown by. FLOWN. Can you slow down please? You are really so much fun and so incredibly lovely. I see how you watch your brother and daddy, see the love and adoration in you eyes, hear the expression in your squeals.
I love bragging on you to anyone who listens...friends, neighbors, doctors, old ladies at the store. But really you are fabulous.
You are two months old today. The doctor says you are perfect (and I agree). You weigh 13.8 pounds and are 23.5 inches long. You smile at us. You laugh. You coo and squeal and have conversations. You are just starting to watch your mainland family on Skype and show them your sweetness.
The past two months have flown by. FLOWN. Can you slow down please? You are really so much fun and so incredibly lovely. I see how you watch your brother and daddy, see the love and adoration in you eyes, hear the expression in your squeals.
I love bragging on you to anyone who listens...friends, neighbors, doctors, old ladies at the store. But really you are fabulous.
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