Dear {9 mos old} Cid,

The first night with you in the hospital, I thought I was in for it.  You cried and cried and I thought you were going to be a fussy one.  Boy, was I wrong!  I don't think there is, or ever has been a more mellow guy on this planet.

Content as can be, except you wish you could do all the things your brother can.  But of course, you will. You've got an intense determination that drives you. If I can snap you out of it for a second or two, I might get a huge one-toothed smile.   I LOVE your smile!  It reminds me of a cornered badger. All hissy and big!  And you're kind of grumpy like a badger too.  Grumpy might be a bit harsh.  We'll call it, reserved.

Right now, you're cruising around every possible support structure in our house, trying to get a good enough footing to let go...just for a fraction of a second.  And you pound Cheerios like we starve you. But at a healthy 23.5 lbs, you're far from starving!

I love you, my Little Duck.

Love,
Mom