Five months

Dear Tru,

You are our rolly-polly, smiling, porcelain-skinned, precious little slug. You are sitting up, reading the New York Times, putting everything into your mouth, and rolling across the floor. When you are excited about something, your pudgy little arms shake and shiver. You brighten up the whole world. Every where we go, people see you and they smile. We love you, little man.

xoxo Mama