3 months in the life

Dear LITTLER Prince,

(And, yes, that is an important distinction to make.)

You are 3 months old! Oh my goodness. When did that happen? And how? And all the other questions! Okay, okay, I know three months isn’t very long, but it is still all you’ve known. And, considering the first couple months of your life are often referred to as the fourth trimester, it is a quarter of your entire existence. That’s a big chunk of time.

You are progressing nicely away from bump on a log status. Your kung fu fighting is still going strong and you’ve started to kick yourself almost into a roll. You aren’t quite there yet, but one day soon you will get yourself rolled over from back to front. Then it will only be a matter of time before you are headed off to college. Hmm, maybe I’m jumping ahead a bit there, but sometimes that’s how it feels. I’m certainly not in a hurry for that. I’m loving every second of you right now.

The faces you make, including the almost smile, maybe that was a smile, did I just see a dimple, there! there! that was definitely a smile moments. The sounds you make, from the sweet coos to the happy screeches. Okay, the shrieking cries in my ear aren’t my favorite thing, but you don’t do those that often anyway. The drool… and I know that’s a weird thing to like, but I can’t help it. Your drooly little face is adorable. And, you’ve started shoving everything you can into your mouth. Well, you try to shove everything in. Somethings are too big and sometimes you miss. And that’s okay too, because you really shouldn’t be putting stuff in there in the first place. But, you will because that’s how you explore, and that’s okay too.

Then, beyond all of that, my current favorite part of your first three months has been how awestruck you are with your big brother. You hear his voice and look around until you find him and then you stare and stare and stare. It is sweet and adorable and, as a younger brother myself, it hopefully speaks to the good friendship you two will forge in the years ahead. I’m excited for you.

So, keep on keeping on. Learn all the things. Your mom and I, and big brother, will help you along as best we can. And, you’ve got a whole kingdom cheering you on, too. You’re doing great.

Love you,

Daddy / Matticus / The Jester

Happy Birthday!

Remember that time you showed me how to use a potato peeler?  No?  That’s okay, I don’t remember either.  But I’ve got the scar still.

Remember that time you “helped” me lose one of my baby teeth?  I must admit, it was a really good roundhouse.

Remember that time I shot with a rock fired from my sling shot?  Ouch.  Yeah, sorry about that.

Remember that time you hit me with your hockey stick and I got really mad and went looking for my sling shot? 

Remember that time you let me hang out with you and your friends because I didn’t really have anyone to hang out with?  Yes, I remember that happening more than once too.

Remember that time you invited me out to spend a week with you at college?  Made.  My.  Summer.

Remember that time you were my confidant, my best friend, my voice of reason?  Yeah, I remember that happening more than once as well.

Remember that time you stood up with me at my wedding?  Don’t ever forget that I didn’t make you do any speeches.

Remember that time you held your nephew for the very first time?  He won’t remember that moment, but I’ll never forget the smile on your face.

Remember that time you turned 35?  That’s happening now.  That’s today.  And what a great 35 years it has been.  Thanks for being my brother.  I hope you have a wonderful day.

Connor Stein – Day 1

My friend and his wife ushered their second child into the world this morning: Connor.  Shortly after receiving the good news and the below picture I wrote the following poem and sent it off to the proud parents and older sister.

Welcome to the world, new little one.
It may seem all big and blurry now,
Soon you’ll be having a ton of fun,
With crawling and climbing and playing.

Welcome to the world, baby boy Stein.
There is no need to furrow your brow,
Your sister and parents will align,
To ensure you want for nothing.

Welcome to the world, tiny Connor.
You will be loved by all, this I vow,
Brilliance and comedy and honor,
And your cup will be overflowing.