Dear Oscar,

Yes, this letter is overdue by two weeks.  Your mama has gotten very lazy!  You, on the other hand, have gotten very busy, and you’re learning to multitask.  You were once content to sit on Mama’s lap and suck your fist, now you want to sit and suck your fist while looking at it, reach for Mama’s hair/book/tea/keyboard, kick mama, punch Mama, and voice your opinions about the world.

You are developing a charming little laugh, especially when I give you Eskimo kisses.  I feel like a comedian with an audience of one, trying out all my new material on you.

There is now baby fat on your thighs and under your chin.  Yummy chunk that Mama likes to nom nom nom nom nom….  This is especially gratifying to see in what the La Leche League refers to as an EBF, or exclusively breastfed baby.  You went from being a tiny fragile newborn to a sturdy little boy, having never had anything but Mama’s milk.

I am just beginning to realize how much you have changed my life.  A couple of weeks ago we went walking in the woods, the same old woods that I have walked in for over a decade.  The wind started to blow, and instead of burying your face in my shoulder, you turned toward it and went oooohhh, and it became a new wind, a wind that touched your face for the first time.  I see you looking at the world with your huge blue eyes and I realize that my adventures in this life have only just begun.