September 6, 2014
You were born April 11, 2014. I had meant to create a journal for you but life, work and loving on you got in between. Your Grandma Jan reminded me last weekend that I should start journaling about you. So here we are, almost five months out with the first post. And since paper can burn, I figured a blog to you would be the best way to cement the memories in perpetuity for you, Sweet Tab.
As today was Saturday, I was at home all day with you and your Daddy. You have been rolling over since 8 or 9 weeks and you spent so much time today trying to crawl. At about 4 months and 3 weeks, you are advancing by leaps and bounds. Not content on pleasantly sitting there, you are trying to get your locomotion in order ASAP. Your Daddy is fairly confident this means you will always advance rapidly and be the President of the United States at an early age.
We took a bath this evening. Just you and me. You prefer a bath solo in your baby bathtub where you can kick with abandon, but clearly I prefer the closeness to you and I can't help but do a big girl bath with us both. After finally getting you into your nighttime diaper and getting your wiggly wiggly body into your footie PJs, you are now asleep!
I love you, Tab. As your Grandpa Charles says "You are a national treasure". ;-)
