Sooner than I realize, Jonathan is three months old. There is much to learn.
After big sister’s example, I never thought a baby could drink milk that fast.
I wish you would not sleep from seven to eleven every night. When you wake up at eleven, you look as if you have never seen me before. But your comfort is my wish.
My mother-in-law keeps urging me not to pick you up whenever you stir in bed. I cannot agree. If she has learned about JW’s experiments, she would know how miserable the rats were after he separated
them from their parents.
You babble so much. What a sight it would be when you chat all day long with your sister!