You like being read books and having songs sung to you.
You hardly ever cry when you want something and usually just let us know how you feel with a few grunts and squirms here and there.
We've still been able to leave you in this blue rocker for short periods of time, although I wonder when you'll get tired of this and "ask" to be put in something else.
You're really such a sweetie pie, baby Joaqs. I love it when we lock gazes and you give me your gummy smile. I love kissing your cheeks and your neck and stomach and promise myself I will keep on doing this while you still don't have a care in the world. While you're still my little baby boy. And before you go to the next phase of "cool" and ask me to stop.
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