These are days we'll remember.

Dear Eliot,

Today is the last day of your very first January. You began the day early, in bed with Momma and Daddy at five o'clock because you decided you were finished sleeping in the crib. You babbled around a bit and then fell back asleep with us. You and I spent most of the day together, and it was a good day. We stacked block towers and knocked them down and made a train out of an empty diaper box that you had great fun sitting in while I pulled you around the floor. You also walked around with your push toy (with me holding on to you) for the first time. You took two good naps with no complaints and woke up happy each time. You ate your meals without putting up too much of a fuss. You were such a sweetheart all day long. I love you so much. Being cooped up inside this winter has been difficult for both of us, but we're surviving. Today we stood and watched the snow falling outside the window. It was a good day to be inside, just playing and snuggling.

Sleep tight, little boy. When you wake it will be February, a new month, a new day, full of possibilities.

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