Dear Evan –
Your mommy and I had hoped — oh, how we’d hoped — to spare you the rivers of snot and various other indignities visited on us this time of year. We’d hoped you would live a life free of the daily need for Zyrtec or Benadryl. A life where you can breathe deeply and sleep soundly with nary a clogged nostril.
This past week, though, I pulled from your little button nose the biggest booger I’ve ever seen. Bigger than my own. So large I can’t imagine where it must have come from. Plus, you’ve been sneezing a bit, though not having any other trouble breathing. We think you’ve inherited our allergies to… well, anything green.
(In retrospect, it’s amazing you were conceived in March, considering our normal phlegm-heavy states that time of year.)
On the upside, you’re learning to pet your fur-brothers. Lil’ Bit will cuddle up close to you, gently, and you reach out one tiny fist, then realize there’s something soft underneath, open your hand and either close it on Bit’s fur or stroke him. He’s very patient, and without complaint accepts you even grabbing his snout, ears, whatever. La and I watch with glee, holding our breaths so as not to distract either of you. Right now, Gus and Bit are fascinating to you. No matter what they’re doing, you’ll turn at goggle at them with your huge blue eyes, lips slightly parted, entirely focused.
In other news, you’re actually beginning to giggle and laugh, something that prompts La and I to make all manner of funny faces at you. Sometimes sticking out a tongue works, and sometimes it takes more. Right now, the only thing that reliably gets a huge grin is crooning, “Yooooooouuuuu are so cuuuuuuuuute.” We may have created a monster.
Love,
Daddy
