today you are the ripe old age of 25 weeks.
when i was 25 years old i still had no idea what i wanted to be when i ‘grew up’. i wonder if you will have better luck figuring out that aspect of life out sooner than i did. at any rate, since your papa keeps talking to you about html (coding) and my idea of a being a rebel is eating an entire packet of sweet-tarts on a road trip, you will probably end up a complete nerd. my apologies in advance.
during these past few weeks we’ve been very busy wrapping up final edits on the the SoulPancake episodes, and in the spare moments we’ve been setting up our new habitat. there are still times when i feel like i’m seeing the world through a new lens. suddenly i’m noticing all the corners and sharp edges and worrying about whether your chubby fingers will get too close to the electrical outlets. i am thinking about how the light filters in through the windows in the mornings and whether you will feel cozy enough in your beautiful (oval!) crib.
in other news, your papa has bought his first drill and mastered the art of ambiguous ikea instructions while i keep re-opening your dresser drawers and inspecting the contents, totally in awe of your tiny wardrobe. thanks to your grandparents and our friends, you will most certainly be one of the best-dressed babies in los angeles. you already have an abundance of plaid overalls, a fine tuxedo t-shirt, and moccasins. so basically, you’re ready for any occasion life may bring.
you’ve started getting very wriggly in the afternoon and evenings. it’s like the minute i slow down, you get excited to show off your agility. you spin and flip and dance around, and i have to have conversations with people and act normal while it feels like there is rogue slinky climbing around my insides.
today you gave us the sweetest gift. we had our routine doctor’s appointment and during the ultrasound you turned and faced the ‘camera’. and then YOU SMILED. we stared at the screen spellbound and in that moment all time stood still and our hearts grew to ten times their normal size.
you have your papa’s nose for sure and, just maybe, my inclination to blatantly pose for the camera ;)