It has been a big month, a roller coaster of sleepless nights and great joys. You are looking around and alert. The sweetest gurgles and coos escape from your little lips. You really seem to be communicating. My favorite thing to do is dance with you around the living room as the record spins. You love yourself some Aretha Franklin and Duffy. You are working hard for toots and poops. Bicycle legs on the changing table helps your tummy. Nothing calms you like a walk around the neighborhood strapped to your mama’s chest. You look around eagerly and then promptly fall asleep. You’ve started to hold your head up and you love to snuggle into the crook of my neck. Your legs are so strong. You push off them and I send you shooting into the air. You now sleep in your crib. You enjoy being sung to, held tight with your ear pressed to the music. And you are loved.
You can read Grayson’s 1 month letter here.