Letters to Declan: 3 Months







Dear Declan,

The past month, we've settled into a rhythm at home. We haven't traveled anywhere - just hanging out at the house during the week and venturing out for coffee or some market shopping on the weekends (don't worry, you stay inside the car with your dad while I do the shopping).

Why don't I take you to the market? I wouldn't get anything done. Seriously, you are a celebrity here. When we go out to eat, the waitresses take you in their arms and ask their friends to snap a selfie with you. You just might be popping up everywhere on Cambodian social media, for all I know.

You've discovered your hand. And your arm. Sometimes we hear you in the other room, sucking away happily at your fingers - until you gag yourself or stab your gums with your little nails. Then crying follows, but it doesn't last long.

The past few weeks, you've decided you don't like sleeping through the night. You're hungry all the time. And although I really don't like getting only three to four hours of sleep at a time, I love cuddling with you in the wee hours of the morning. You snuggle into my arms and look at me like I'm your favorite person in the whole world. (Don't tell your dad.)

And you still don't have any hair. Our Cambodian friends keep asking when you'll start growing some. At this point, it may be a couple years - you're as bald as they come. But that's ok with me; it's one less thing I have to worry about.

I'm thankful you made it through the newborn weeks and are now a solid baby. I think this is my favorite age yet, and I love seeing you grow more rolls on your thighs and more smiles every day.

I love you, little guy.

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