Dear Baby Mac, You are growing like crazy. Youâve more than doubled in size. Your dad talks to you at night before we go to sleep. It reminds me of when we were young, and he would call me every night on the phone. I hope you like the sound of his voice as much as I do. Heâs amazing. Youâre really lucky.
Me, on the other hand, weâre going on three weeks of this permanently hungover feeling.
Except I canât drink.
So far, weâre not getting started off on the right foot here.