My dear Littlest Prince,
Okay, okay, this is a little late. I’m sorry. You are seven months now. Nearly eight, actually. So it goes in our return to the toddlerocracy….
Okay, okay. You aren’t a toddler yet. But, maybe I wasn’t talking about you?
Oh… It is so much fun watching you learn every day. Sometimes you seem to have grown an inch or two after every nap. And you always seem to have learned something new after each nap. From crawling everywhere. To watching your big brothers play and then doing your best to follow after them to join in their fun. To being determined to figure out the stairs. To pulling yourself up on every surface you possibly can. To all the amazing babblying and bubble blowing noises and faces you make. To the sheer joy on recognizing someone as they enter the room you are in. You smile so big, so amazingly, so full of life and love. It’s infectious.
Just as you are bound and determined to keep up with your big brothers in every other aspect, you are breaking their records by already having ten teeth and working on some more it seems, given the drool and the fussing. Everything goes in your mouth. Every single thing you can get your hands on. So it goes.
I wonder what tricks you’ll learn in the next six months? You seem like you are already working on walking. You seem like you are just bursting to say words. Okay, not yet. But it is only a matter of time.
Time… It is something there just doesn’t seem to be enough of most days. But, your time will come. You will learn all the things and conquer all the things to be conquered.
Your brothers will set the example there.
I can’t wait to see it.