Quiet Sunday...

Dear Nicky,

Not much going on today, too cold to go anywhere, plus I think you're still tired from yesterday. You had a mega snot in your right nostril this morning, wet, long, and ropy, but we used this new snot siphon we got at Target that worked surprisingly well. We put you on a bolster a number of times and more often than not you moved yourself forward and over it; guess crawling is on the way. You ate a nice big bowl of cereal, took a nap and a bath, and ate some more. We're very happy with the way your business is looking down there. But now we're worried that you might be developing the ol' crosseye. I sure hope not, son. I hope you catch some breaks.

Love,
Dad