Addison,
My little baby. You are 3.5 months old. Unbelievable. I still can’t make it, you are here. This is surreal.
I have to admit you are so cute, day after day, I am staring at you and the only thing that I am seeing is beauty, innocence and smiles.
Those smiles that I am craving for every morning, they make my day. You are an impressively happy baby in the morning and your positivity is contagious.
Every morning Tracy and I want to make sure that we are not missing anything, such an amazing sight.
Now, the downside of you (there is one) (a tiny one), your cries, those loud heavy screams, those unstoppable cries.
Like the other day, you were sleeping like a baby, peaceful and relaxed until you woke up at wholefood just prior the finish line and here you came. That was one efficient tantrum and quite loud I should say.
But baby girl, you have to relax, you are hurting yourselves in screaming like this.
Don’t forget, I am only the dad, meaning I am literally defenseless in front of you. So I will greatly appreciate if you could play fare with me.
Just saying!!!
I am so proud of you. You made it through the day care and you are doing great. Ignoring us as we are leaving as if we were not important.
I feel the French touch in you.
I love you anyway, more than you will ever know.
Your Dad
Becoming Addison 