People are jealous. Our friends with kids are jealous. And I’m not ashamed to say it whatsoever. Everyone with a kid is jealous of us because of you.
Because you tear every time you poop.
That’s right. You don’t cry. You don’t get uncomfortable. You just get really quiet. And your eyes well up with tears. It’s like an old cartoon watching your eyes actually fill with water. And then a single tear rolls finds its way past your lower lid and we know that the pooping is complete.
Other parents have to guess. Sometimes there’s even a finger wipe required. Not with our baby.
When your Mom and I see it, we know instantly what’s next. To everyone else, it looks like we’re the most intuitive parents in the world. But in the end, it’s just you, making us look good, all over again.
And we’ll take it.
That’s us. About you.
Note: Only a diaper and my nostrils were harmed during this photo shoot. You, as evidenced by this picture, remained happy as ever the whole way through your change.
This is the most amazing picture I have ever seen. I don’t believe a more adorable picture has ever been taken. I’ve been to Hallmark. I’ve seen all the black and white greeting cards of children. And frankly, I think any picture on the front of one of those cards should be replaced with this.
Work hasn’t been easy. From a physical standpoint, I can say that even with the extraordinary support we’ve received in-person (especially from your Naniji and your Tita Fai), we’re a little more sleep deprived than usual. But when we see you like this, everything resets. Forget 5-hour energy … we should bottle your smile.
Looking at this picture was a life changing experience. Overwhelming. When your mom and I married, I made it my own personal challenge to make her happier day after day. Now I have another fundamental goal. Whenever we are lucky enough to bask in you being this happy, the world will cease to matter and everything will be ok. It will be like a reboot of The Matrix. Our job as parents is to help you get there as often as humanly possible.
Challenge issued. Challenge taken, munchkin. We’re on it.