I wonder if you’re sick of Pete Seeger yet. I play him as a connection to what was always most assured when I was a kid – listening to music with your Grandmother Gay, dancing, sure that she had the most beautiful voice in the whole world – with Pete Seeger’s resonant, rousing, peaceful voice accompanying.

It makes me a little sad, a little nostalgic, but also hopeful.

Day before yesterday, the 7th, you had your first solid food (captured exhaustively on video of course). People told us you’d look shocked and dribble most of the cereal out – so much for them, you took to it like your Dad to foie gras with intensity and pleasure, guiding his hand into your mouth. You’re a constant surprise and pleasure beyond reckoning.