Before I forget - you are completely obsessed with our ceiling fan. I almost feel that I have to thank the powers that be that we moved into this new apartment because I do not know what we would have done without the ceiling fan. Even as I type this you are sitting in your swing periodically smiling as you stare at it. I am sure that you are not unique in your curiosity of the ceiling fan - it is a pretty mesmerizing apparatus. Daddy carries you around the apartment and calls it Mr. Fan. You seem to really enjoy it. Whenever you have periods of inconsolable crying...we rely on the ceiling fan as a comforting distraction.
Oh, sounds like I have to go change a diaper. Ha.