Lewis, that's the way we look most mornings. You get all the credit.
A few weeks ago, to the dismay of all moms taking a stand for public breastfeeding, I secretly fed you in a bathroom stall. Yep. You started screaming your head off while I was in line for a taco at a food truck surrounded by constuction workers on their lunch break. In the chaos of you crying and me trying to read a spanish menu I realized I had forgotten my nursing cover at home. Well, I just didn't have it in me to brandish my mommy guns right there in the middle of macho man lunch hour. So we had our own fiesta in el baño.
I try my best everyday with you, bud. Even so, I am often thankful you won't remember anything for a while. For example...last week I forgot to take your socks off before I put you in the bathtub....and when you are having particularly needy days where I can't leave your line of sight - you watch me pee from the doorframe.
What can I say? You are my first kid - I'm still figuring you out.
You got to meet your great-grandpa Barney. He looooved you and made us laugh the whole time with his crazy, funny, sometimes unbelievable stories! And boy does he have some incredible stories from Africa. We can only hope to have as many adventures as he had and see as many miracles. Sweet baby Lewis, he prays for you every morning by name - he told me God is going to bless you.