Month One

It's a trite saying, but it really is true: time does fly when you're having fun. These last 31 days that William has been part of our family have gone by relatively quickly, and with every one of them, we've fallen more and more in love with our little prince.

We love the ferocity with which he pounces upon Cheerios placed on his highchair tray; if you don't move your fingers out of the way quickly enough, he'd seize them, too.

We love his black hair and brown eyebrows, his pointy ears, his jowl-like cheeks, and his disproportionately small feet. Somehow, all of these things come together to make one astoundingly cute baby.

We love how the same pants that once hung loose on his older brother look like leggings when he wears them.

We love how the first round of peekaboo can send him into outrageous peals of laughter just as intensely as the twelfth round.

We love how his pudgy little body is just the right size to hold in our arms.

We love the sweet baby smell that he emanantes, a combination of drool, infant shampoo, and that mysterious eau de bebe that disappears at the onset of toddlerhood.

We love the recklessness with which he splashes in the bathtub, spraying water all over the kitchen counter and floor. We don't love cleaning up the sopping mess.

We love the clear, sweet sound of his voice as he babbles and coos.

We love how he giggles every time we struggle to hoist his infant carseat into its base in our car. Clearly, he's the only one who thinks it's funny.

We love the way he greets us when he hasn't seen us in a while; you'd think he had won the baby lottery and landed an endless supply of warm bottles, soft blankets, and dry diapers.

Most of all, we just love him.