Sunny, sunny boy...

Dear Nicky,

You were still tired today from your workout yesterday, so we took it a little easier on you. It was so nice out this morning we went and sat in the sun for an hour and half or so. You got plenty of sunlight to make vitamin D. The fresh air and sunshine must've really agreed with you; your appetite was right on track all day. You didn't care to be on your stomach too much, but we didn't push you. The maids came, unpredictably, as usual, and we had to go on the lam. We took a drive out on 280 to see if it was any quicker to Stepping Stones that way. It took about half an hour, coming back it was about 45 minutes. Giving you your afternoon bottle I discovered just how ticklish you are. You gave up some really heartfelt giggles, which of course made me go a little misty-eyed. Your laughter is like the best kind of drug.

Love,
Dad