February came pretty quickly since I was born on January 19. No one remembers much about it other than a dim haze of 3 am feedings and little beige poops. To hear Dad tell it, I woke up like clock work every three hours and drank a couple of ounces.
One of my favorite things to do early on was to look at ceiling fans. Mind you they were never on, but I was still fascinated by them. Dumbo is in my lap. I like him becuase he plays "It's a Small, Small World".
Daddy was still pretty blown away at this point. He slobbered on me a lot in Febraury. I guess he still does. His moustache kinda tickles, too.
If you are starting to think Mom and Dad just sat around and admired me, you are right. I got tired of looking at them looking at me. I'd even wake up and there one of them was, peering into my bassinette.