Ouest and Lowe,

I can no longer keep up. You two have buried me and we’re only just getting started.

Lowe, you are growing uncontollably. You’re a big boy, strong as an ox and bored as can be. I promise to buy you some standing and walking toys as soon as we get back to Vallarta. For now you’ll just have to continue to yell at us for carrying you around all the time or for simply laying you on the floor.

We get laughs out of you these days with rasberries on the belly and neck. Big toothy grins and silly giggles. Yes, toothy grins. You sprouted two front teeth this month, and not in a very manly manner either I must say. There was lots of crying. Most of it from us. You reach out and grab anything and everything that comes within range of your hands. Mama’s hair is a perpetual favorite. And you are a talker. Your sister never was, but man when you wake up at five in the morning you make darn sure everyone on the boat can hear you and knows what a good mood you are in.

Ouest, you’re constantly changing. Mama and I just look at you in wonder. Wondering where our little girl has gone. I swear if you were talking you’d pass for a four-year-old the way you walk, run, jump, and trot like a pony everywhere you go. You’re Papa’s girl. You spit off the side of the boat like me and you try and fix things on the boat like me. We’re going to be great buddies.

But you do love your mama. You got your first mole this month. That tiny little dot just popped up on your right wrist bone and you are so proud of it. You’ve shown it to me dozens of times and made it clear to me that it is just like Mama’s.

Anyway you two, we’re having fun. You’re both big, healthy, and strong, and we couldn’t ask for anything more. We love you.