A quiet Sunday...

Dear Nicky,

Not much went on today. We got back from the shore yesterday. As we were getting ready to leave, I got sick to my stomach. It must've been all that deep-fried Italian food I had the night before. Man, it hit me hard. I was weak and nauseous all day. That's why I didn't write much last night. But I'm better today. We just hung out for the most part. Mom took you out for a walk, just the two of you. My feet hurt so I decided not to go since I'll be taking you out during the week. You're getting to be a big boy, so we'll have to move you to your crib soon. Your growth has been so smooth that sometimes we can't tell if you're growing or not, but when we see that you're almost filling up the entire bassinet, we're very happy; clearly you're growing a lot. We're going to increase your feeding by two ounces a day. One when you first get up, and one when you go to sleep. You're now in the 32-ounce per day club. Congratulations.

Love,
Dad