Drained...

Dear son,

I don't mean to bore you with constant stories of how tired I am, but it's true. I think it's all the carbs and sugars I've recently stuffed down my gob. This morning I was beat.

Your mom was worried a little bit about your lack of activity, but you came around later. I'm thinking you might be a night person. She called me over at one point to feel a sudden flurry of activity on your part. It was pretty cool, and unmistakable. I spoke to you, called your name, and you responded with a couple of strong movements. That is just so cool!

Love,
Dad