dear pratt.

dear pratt,

i hope that one day you read all these letters. all these posts. there isn't anything i love more than digging through my box and reading what people have written to me. especially notes from my mom and dad.

you're growing so fast. and i just want to let you know that i'm trying so hard to soak it all up. like a sponge. i find myself watching you throughout the day. you've become so verbal. and you know when you want something, all you have to do is just give a little shout. and i'll frantically try to figure out what you want.

you laugh so hard when something funny happens. this makes me so happy. you have brought so much happiness to my life. even with the really difficult days when i doubt all my abilities, the highs are so much higher with you here.

i still check on you every night around 2. my body just wakes up. i click the monitor. see you, but still feel the need to walk in and look at you. you've usually kicked off your blanket. and you're sleeping on your tummy.

you're starting to recognize other people besides me and your dad. today when we went up to dad's office, you saw amanda and immediately smiled. seeing your dad is my favorite. you get so excited...stretch out your little arms and just scream. it's absolutely adorable.

opening the door to get you out of the car is great. you're always sitting there waiting with a big grin. i've finally given in and started using the dvd player that sugar and poptart gave you for christmas. i don't want you to not be able to ride anywhere without that thing...but you were having a hard time...so i just did it. for the most part, you like it.

but the other day, i noticed you started screaming. you've done it a couple of times. today i looked back and saw what you were screaming about.

a clown. yep, a clown on the baby einstein video.

that right there proves that fear is genetic. at least some of it.

we love you pratt.