Dear Felix,

You were a big hit this year at Pie Night. (The tiny pie hat your mama lovingly made for you may have had something to do with it!) Your Papa fed you a tiny bit of his Banana Mallow Pie and he said you gobbled it up eagerly. I made a Raspberry Creme pie in your honor, but maybe by next year you'll be able to pick one out on your own. Someday you'll understand just what a fabulous family tradition Pie Night is and you'll be forever grateful to have been born into a family that values pie to the extent that we do. Pie runs in our blood--It fuels our passions and colors our dreams. It's a wonder that we didn't make "Pie" your middle name considering how much we love it.

Thanks for being such a good sport, my darling. I love you lots and lots!

Love,

Mama

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Dear Felix,

It's 3:23 am and I just nursed you and got you back to sleep after 4 blissful, uninterrupted hours. You are such an amazing kid!

Tears came to my eyes tonight as I caught a glimpse of you all grown up and I realized how fleeting these moments are. Everyone I meet tells me to enjoy this time while I can, 'cause it by so quickly. "I know, I know," I feel like shouting at them, "Leave us alone already!" as if just by telling me that, they are stealing away our precious moments together right from under my nose. I just can't get enough of you.

I breathe you in, I stare at you all day, and when you've gone to bed, I look at pictures of you on my computer. I've composed a thousand letters to you in my head in hopes of telling you about all the funny things we do everyday and to tell you about all your new milestones, but somehow all that I end up typing are sappy love letters. I just can't help myself.

You are six weeks old now and have started giving us the sweetest smiles. When you drift off to sleep you grin so big and it just delights me! The other morning you were a little fussy and clearly feeling a bit rebellious, so I started cooking my breakfast while I tried to rock you to sleep. I thought we were in for a long, sleep deprived day, but the moment the bacon started to sizzle, giving off that sweet, bacon-y aroma, you grinned real big and drifted right off to sleep. Talk about comfort food.

My dear baby boy, I can't wait for you to grow up so I can learn more about you and figure out what makes you tick, but at the same time I want you to stay just as you are forever. I love you dearly and I make no apologies for how sappy this letter is. That's just what mothers do, I guess--love their kids senseless.

Love,

Mama

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Dear Felix:

So far, you've been gaining two ounces every day. I know you're not great at multiplying yet, but that's 45 pounds per year! Unless you're shooting for a sumo scholarship when you're in high school (and weighing 800lbs), maybe you should take it easy. Think it over, son.

Love,
Papa

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Dear Felix:

What a wonderful whirlwind these last 11 days have been! Today is your official due date, but thankfully you chose to grace us with your presence almost 2 weeks early. Believe me, darling, my sausage toes were about to pop from all the swelling and I'm scared to think about what might have happened should you have come on time instead of early!

After 20 hours of labor you entered the world with a hearty holler and it's all been gravy since then. You eat like a champ, you sleep like a champ, and gosh darnit if you don't poop like champ! At your appointment with the lactation consultant today, she called you "exceptional" and we were all blown away to discover that you've already surpassed your birth weight by 8 whole ounces. Way to go, kiddo!

Your first outing was a low-key trip to the laundromat. Not very glamorous, I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your birth marked the changing of the seasons here in San Diego. The nights have been cooler and we've pulled out our long sleeve tees in anticipation of fall. The summer was so hot (especially for your very pregnant mama) that shortly after my water broke, I can remember the excitement I felt about spending a few days in an air-conditioned room at the hospital.

Your Papa and I can't stop staring at you. In the evenings when you are fast asleep on our laps, we find ourselves simultaneously looking at you and at photos of you on our computers. We just can't get enough of our little Felix. Every little part of you is perfect from your teeny-tiny toes to the swirl of hair on the back of your head. The verdict is still out as to who you look more like, your papa or me. You definitely got his toes and ears, but I think you've got my lips. And there's no doubt that your lovely, lovely chin you inherited from both of us.

As I type this letter you are fast asleep in your crib. This afternoon is the first time I put you down to sleep there, because up until now you've spent nearly your whole existence in our arms. I can't say I'm gonna make a habit of letting you sleep in your crib--I want you near me always! Call me selfish, but I know these days of you as a newborn as fleeting and I'm going to hold on to them (and you) for as long as possible.

I hear you whimpering, so off I go to check on you. I love you, baby Felix...

Love,
Mama

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