Dear Davis,
Before the calendar flips to February, oh Davy boy, I wanted to jot a quick note capturing the last few months.
We’ve learned you’re certainly different than your sister. We knew this with your jolly demeanor, yes, but your habits are night and day. You’ve been through a lot of sickness beginning at month 4—something we didn’t even touch until Fraser was more than a year old. You’ve been a real trouper through all of it, that’s for sure. Everyone knows when something just isn’t right with you because you aren’t your smiley cherub self.
We’ve learned you’re certainly different than your sister. We knew this with your jolly demeanor, yes, but your habits are night and day. You’ve been through a lot of sickness beginning at month 4—something we didn’t even touch until Fraser was more than a year old. You’ve been a real trouper through all of it, that’s for sure. Everyone knows when something just isn’t right with you because you aren’t your smiley cherub self.
Let’s get graphic for a second, for the sake of documentation, shall we? Starting on Thanksgiving, and as a result of a virus (that’s what the doc said, anyway), you pooped in every diaper for three weeks straight. You poor little thing. Then, we started introducing solids, and you decided to go the opposite route and got backed up for nine days in a row…twice. It’s been tricky figuring out your eating habits and what works for you, which is a far cry from Iron Gut Fraser.
When you’re done, you’re done, and that ranges from when you’re awake to when you want to sleep…when you’re hungry to when you’re full…when you’re having fun playing to when you just want to be picked up and held. You are expressive, but happy-go-lucky most of the time.
You were a doll when we went to see Santa Claus, staring at your screaming sister like she was a crazy person. You loved Christmas Eve mass (until you were done!), and you rallied and stayed up late with all the relatives.
You graduated to the “movers” room at the gym far before I was ready. Instead of walking you back and checking in on all the breaths you took when we were apart, I just hand you over and hope you have a good time. You’re always smiling and enjoying yourself when I come pick you up, and it’s such a relief to me. We had a horrible time leaving Fraser when she was your age. See what I mean? You’re so different.
You take great naps, and you like riding in the car. You love your nanas and your papa/poppi. You make a lot of people smile—at the grocery store, church, moms’ group, out on walks, etc. Thanks for going with the flow and being such a tough little cookie when you’re feeling down. Your sister can’t wait till you can run around with her. For now, you happily grab handfuls of her hair when she takes your toys, and your dad and I just can’t wait to see your relationship develop over time.
We love you, Davis Norman. Thanks for being you.
Love,
Mom
