I haven't written about you since you were born and I'm so sorry. It's not that you are not important, it's just that you take up so much of my time. Grandma Linda came to visit last week and was able to hold you and let me and Daddy rest a bit. She left and sent us a package shortly after. You got some more clothes (You have so many clothes!) and she sent me pictures of Daddy when he was a baby along with a Journal/Diary documenting the day to day happenings of when your daddy was 16 months old. I take this from page one of that journal...
"Today you thought it would be a good idea to take a dirty paper cup from the trash basket in the bathroom and drink from the toilet. After each gulch you would say "aaaaah" as if it was good!!!"
I can't believe I kiss that guy!!! Anyway, what a fun thing for me to read as his wife, and what a great thing to pass down! In general it inspired me to start writing about you more often. All in all, I love writing and I love you, so why not smash the two together? Here goes…
I have catching up to do, but when I think about it, not that much catching up to do. No offense, but at seven weeks old, you are still kinda boring.
You came home from the hospital as one of the greatest breast feeders ever. I have never breastfed before, so I guess I can't make that comment official, but I hear the horror stories. You latch, you eat, you burp, and everyone comes out alive. What more can I ask for? I am notorious for hating dairy. The last thing I would want you on is some formula concoction, but you are a booby man and that makes things easier. You nap, but they started at tops two hours and we have topped out at one four hour nap a day now. The rest of the naps are much shorter. Waking up so often at night to feed you can leave me exhausted, but I know this time will pass and I will miss it. People still say how small you are, but you seem so big to me! You are great at holding your head up, but even better at holding your body weight up on your legs, or "standing" with our help. You LOVE to stand and stretch your legs. You LOVE to stretch your arms. You LOVE to stretch and it's the cutest thing. You stretch all the time and it's the best thing to watch.
We are still waiting for more smiles. I think I am getting little ones here and there. You smile after I wipe spit up off your face, you smile when I pretend to eat your hands, and you smile at the wall in the living room. Now that I actually wrote that, I'm realizing you are pretty weird! Daddy has yet to see a smile so he doesn't really believe me that you can do it. Smile for Daddy, it would make him sooo happy!
You cry a little less in general now, unless of course you are not held. You HAVE to be held. I can't get anything done! I have to let you cry just so I can get myself something to eat! If I happen to walk by, you stare at me with sad eyes and a pushed out bottom lip and it gets me every time. Mommy is already a sucker!
Besides that, I'll update you quickly on a few other cool things…
You had your first camping trip and did GREAT!!!
You go for a jog with me every morning, and fall asleep while I jog. It's really nice to be able to run again, so thanks for being so agreeable, and being able to nap in the jogger, what a relief!
You are freaken cute, and everyone says so. EVERYONE! We hope it's not the sympathy "cute" from them, but I think you're cute, and that saves us a trip to the fire station. Free baby any one? JK!!!
You go to Daddy's kickball games every week and have since you were a few days old. You get mad when I turn you away from the game, so I think you might actually like it!
That is all I have for you right now. You are still my baby and I actually really like that. I think you recognize me and love to be in my arms. I know soon you won't like that, so I'm cherishing the moments while I can… that is unless I'm trying to eat.
Oh and last but not least, I already downloaded applications to get into these private schools around here. They are intense!!! I have to tell them everything, dates of every milestone, even how my pregnancy and birth went. It makes me think if you don't hit certain milestones insanely early, you won't be accepted. It makes me wonder if getting an epidural is some sort of minus on your application. Just keep that in mind, momma wants you go to a good school. You know those weird things I do with my hands while I talk to you? That is sign language. We will start slow, but you have to get on the ball quickly because the applications are waiting. No pressure though.
I love you kid,
Mom
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