Something your dad does that I pretend to hate (but secretly love)

The same week that you became the size of a bell pepper, you also gained the ability to hear the outside world around you. I was instructed by some silly baby app to read, play music and talk to you. You've heard a lot of me listening to the Garden State soundtrack (don't ask-it's been a rough month) and yelling a whole bunch (at Lucy, at commercials, at trying to open cereal boxes). 

Because of all my loudness, your dad insists on whispering to you so he doesn't hurt your brand new baby ears. Last Wednesday I was eating Chinese food on the couch and spilled it everywhere. He leaned in super close to you and whispered 'your mom just got brown rice all over you'.