Who Are You, Baby Mark?

I was surprised to read in one of our old Christmas letters what a calming influence Eliza was having on our family. She was three months old, and already I used the word, "peacemaker." I didn't remember that I knew so soon.

When did I realize that Naomi was the thoughtful person she is, or that Chas was so funny? When does the blank slate theory break and the reality of fully-developed spirit emerge? 

We see some of you already, Baby Mark.  You are energetic and happy and bald, but I'm hoping that last one won't last forever.  You bring joy and light to our home.