I'm reading in my dad's journal (he gave a copy of one of his journals to all of us kids). I came across an entry from February 9, 1986, putting me at 1 month and 1 day old. I marvel at the fact that he could have just as easily been writing about my 26-year-old self:
"Wendy is really a very special baby--our only complaint is that she sleeps most of the day & prefers to be awake from midnite to about 5am. Wendy almost never throws up; is very good around the noisy children, doesn't mind being poked & played with; smiles often (especially for Cindy); has a hearty appetite; sleeps so soundly that she even snores; is everything we thought she would be."