good morning

morning arrives at 4am and then again around 7am for us these days. when the sun is out and the babe is cooing we know it is going to be a good day.

to monroe:

you are three weeks old today and each day that passes you grow more alert and aware; your dad and i are really looking forward to the day when you can actually respond to all the funny faces and noises we send your way. you love to lay on your back, pant, kick your legs and flail your arms about and when we change your diaper you insist you keeping one leg kicking at all times. we had to invest in a few 'pee-pee teepee's because you like to shoot yourself in the face while we are changing you. your cry sounds a little like a teradactyl and breaks my heart, but you only cry when you need something and your dad and i are always willing and able to provide you with what you need. against the wishes of our doctor, you love being rocked and cradled to sleep, but honestly i have no objections to snuggle time with you. you listen when i sing to you and as soon as you hear your daddy's voice you start looking around trying to follow the sound. you still have a little bit of fuzzy, brown hair on your back and down your arms, but it is far less than when you were born and i am sure will all soon be gone. your double chin has started and the rolls on your wrists are getting fatter by the day; we cannot wait until you are covered in chubby rolls! your hair is still dark and full, like your dad's, and your eyes are still deep, deep blue, like mine. you dont adore being kissed all the time, but your dad and i are going to give you all the kisses we can until you just wont allow it anymore. we love you, probably more than you will ever understand.

love: mom