This week you seem so much bigger, so much more alert, so much more a little man. Your face is filling out into an even clearer face. Every day I think that you look more distinctive and less like a newborn.
You’re so handsome, my love. I love the way you nuzzle into my neck and the feel of your soft round cheek next to mine. When I hold you up on my chest to burp, you push up and back with your forearms and look around. You’re getting so strong.
I love the way your bright blue eyes (they’re so blue) lock with mine, and the way you spread into a big, whole faced grin when I talk to you. You’re locking eyes and cooing and chatting and grinning up a storm.
You’re trying so hard to talk, my love! I can tell already you have so much to say. You’re so alert and inquisitive. You’re tracking sound and light and you seem so aware. I’m of course convinced you’re a genius.
You laughed at me this week. I can’t even remember what I was saying. I think I was making silly faces, and you chuckled and just kept chuckling. It was magic.
You also rolled from stomach to back for the first time. It was super cool. Like your sister before you, I think you just hate tummy time.
You hung out with your betrothed and future BFF June. You guys already have your nap schedules in sync, so obviously you were meant for one another.
You continue to be completely at peace with the world. I don’t believe in being reborn, but it’s almost as if you’ve been here before. You’re got an inner peace and center that radiates a wonderful zen-like quality.
We went to mama and me yoga twice this week. All the other babes were turning towards their moms, but you were tracking the teacher, and the mom beside me. You were looking around and taking in the world.
I can already tell so clearly the core of what you’ll be like– my smart, confident, calm son.
I know so clearly in my soul that you will always be a source of great calm and great joy for me. It’s your spirit. You are a wise, old soul.
Oh, and in case you were worried, your hair is growing back in on top :
It’s an honor to be your mama.
You are so loved, my dear August, always,