Insanely proud...

Dear Nicky,

Not much went on today. It was cold and rainy all day, so we didn't go anywhere. Mom got us a couple subs. We worked out a little bit, you did pretty well--till you did that protest spit-up thing you're sort of developing. I wish you'd stop that, quite honestly. But despite that, we just think you're the greatest, kid. You're brave, sweet, cute, and a hard worker. We trimmed your bangs just a bit, because they were getting in your eyes. We worried that we made you look goofy, but we needn't have worried. Nothing makes you look bad. I have a couple pix of you on my desktop and I just keep looking at them and marveling. One is you at four months, sitting and laughing in your bouncy chair. The other is from just a couple weeks ago, with your Santa hat on. Both are just amazing, as are you 24/7.

Love,
Dad