Can’t quite believe how fast you are growing up, Jack. It seems like just yesterday that when I held a toy up in front of you all you could do was look at it—those little hands of yours were too uncooperative yet to reach out and clasp it. Now, I spy those tiny digits wrapping themselves around all kinds of things: your toys, blankets, my hair, your hair, necklaces, your fingers, your pee towels, and on and on. I can hardly wait for the ‘pincher’ grasp and all of the resulting scattered goldfish and cheerios that are bound to find their way into the crevasses of your bouncy chair and car seat. I love you little boy. Just try don’t grow up too fast!