There are so many things I love about you. Starting with your name. Joseph. You were named after PapPap and your name suits you so well. I like that there are lots of variations. Joey, Joe Joe, Joe Schmoe, Jozeppi, Joseph B. Smurflin, Joe Cool. We like calling you different versions of your beautifully stable name.
Next, I love your fuzzy ears. You have black hair all along the outside (and a little on the inside) of your over sized ears. Another reminder of PapPap. Your hair is gorgeous by the way. Thick. Black. So so soft. Your brother was bald until he was one. I've never been a "Bald is Beautiful" type of girl so your locks have completely entranced me. I want to give you a faux hawk. I think it would suit you.
I love that your legs are all bow-legged and bent funny. You like to tuck your knees into your armpits when you snuggle. You look like a little boulder when you do that. Perfectly rock-shaped.
I like that you are becoming musical when you are nursing. Every gulp carries it's own little tune. And when you finish you let out one long sigh. Like you are saying, "Ahhhhhhhh. That was good." And you wiggle your little butt in real tight. You seem so happy. And I know all those smiles you give me are supposedly gas... but I don't believe that. I think you're truly happy. It's a big smile too. Complete with dimples.
Something about your face is very cartoon-y to me. You have big big eyes and a pouty nose and luscious lips (especially for a boy) and it's all squished onto your little head. Just looking at you makes me smile.
I even love your super buttery poops. And I don't mind the fact that I have to change your diaper 12-15 times a day. If you could work on only peeing on me half of those times... that would be great.
You are a beautiful baby. I just sit and look at you all the time. I've come to the conclusion that you're perfect. In every way.
If you could just do me one favor:
QUIT ALL THE BLOODY CRYING!