8 months in the coldest of winter...
You warmed my days by being your cute self, and mom's momentum was recovering just in time to enjoy you.
Every meal time was full of fun though I never understood why you put on so little weight despite that much you ate.
Right, you even ate bits of the paper written with lyrics of 'Rubber Duckie', the song I sang you at bath everyday.
When your bod was almost busting the stitches, we were hoping that your clothing would last you through the cold season.
You who never liked napping, and never associated napping with daddy, actually fell asleep in his arms one evening. :)
You were amused every time you saw me appearing out of nowhere. You still do. :)
You had your first hair cut at 9 months. Ask me where your snipped ends are.
Dad insisted we go see the first blooms though it was still cold. So know that Adonis was the first flower you've touched.
You couldn't look more like yourself in this coat, my cute little cub.
I swelled with pride for everywhere we went people would tell me how adorable you are.
You couldn't stand crawling anymore and started pulling yourself up by the sofa. We loved how you'd stick out your bottom while doing so.
You were the darling we could never get sick of...
Unfortunately, you fell ill in your 9th month, and since then your beautiful left eyelid disappeared and it's been 2 months already.