Dear Gracie poo,
I love you. You are a complete person... a very small one... but whole nonetheless. When you look at me and smile it evokes all kinds of emotion. There is the cute factor- the fact that I can't help but smile back. I tell you you are beautiful like 100 times a day. There is love- the kind I choose and the kind I can't help. From the day you were born I loved you. The more I get to know you the more I love you.
You started giving me hugs and kisses the last few weeks. The first time you laid your little head on my chest and held on tight, tears swelled in my eyes. It was as if you were telling me "I know I am loved and safe." I can read about attachment theory all day, but I never knew how it felt to be attached until now. I would try to explain it, but I really can't. All I know is we have a bond that can't be broken.
Sometimes you open your mouth and slobber all over my face. I call it a kiss. C'mon, give me a break, I'll take what I can get. We both love it, and that's all that matters.
We went to the pediatrician on April 4th and you are one long skinny baby! You were:
16lbs 10oz
27 and 7/8s inches long
You can sit up for long periods of time, but sometimes you get tired and don't know how to lay down. You eat 2-3 meals a day. You love bananas, just like me! We started giving you a little water in a sippie cup, and so far you just think it's a toy. I had to give your bangs a little trim because they were poking you in the eyes. You like for me to hold you a lot, especially when you get sleepy. Sometimes you just want your mommy, and that's okay.
You love toys that make noise! You have a train that makes "choo choo" noises and even a cell phone that talks to you. You love it when I hide and then pop up and say "boo!" We both enjoy sucking on your little toes after your bath. We've been reading lots of books and you think it's funny to watch me read. I've been trying to teach you some words and some sign language. I think you've been trying to say "momma" and "bottle." Every night when I give you a bath I show you the soap and say "bottle." You've started to say "ba" when you get in the tub. Maybe you are trying to say "bath"... I suppose time will tell!
We go on long walks every day. Daddy carries you in the carrier and you look around. Sometimes you talk and talk- to the traffic, to the trees, to yourself... who knows. Sometimes you take a little nap. We can't wait until it gets warmer and you don't need so many layers of clothes! When the breeze is warm you kick with excitement, and when it is cold you groan.
Well, that's all for now. You are growing so fast, I probably left something out! We love you more than you will ever know. xo!
Love
Momma
F'real Life.
8 years ago
