Some weeks I struggle with finding something interesting to say in these letters, and this is one of those weeks. You continue to be an awesome baby, your sleep continues to be more-or-less decent, and we’re all rolling along pretty well.
The only thing of note this week is that you learned how to blow raspberries, so you do that All. The. Time. It’s like your own little soundtrack, complete with spit bubbles flying everywhere.
But it’s hard to squeeze a whole letter out of that, believe it or not. And that’s saying something, coming from someone as wordy as I am.
So I will keep this short and sweet, with the expectation that I will have much more to say next week.
Love and kisses and THBPBPTHPT PFFTTHPTH,