Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
seven months, one week, and six days
Leah,
It's pretty much all your fault that this is almost two weeks late, you know. You've recently decided that naps only need to last 20 to 40 minutes. Except that you can't actually survive on those types of naps. And frankly dear, neither can I. It's about enough time to take a shower and get dressed. Or do a really short work out. Or get halfway through the pile of dishes next to the sink. Or go get the mail. In conclusion, please start napping better. We'll all be happier. Including yourself! Moving on....
Another tooth! FINALLY, one of the top buggers worked its way out last weekend. I think you're relieved, but now the other one wants in on the fun this side of the gums. Let it through! I can also see the next two on the bottom. Let's just get this over with, K? I feel terrible for you. You're obviously uncomfortable, but not much makes you feel better. My poor girl!
You're a MOVER! You went from "Oh cute, she's kind of moving around!" to "Time to babyproof again! SHE'S CRAWLING!" I'm still getting used to it. All of a sudden, you'll be on the other side of the room. Or I'll come back into a room that I know I left you in and I actually have to look around for you. You also pull yourself up on everything in sight and have the bumps and bruises to prove it.
I'd really like to think that you like me the best. And I've been fairly certain that's been the case since you were born. However, I do believe your big brother is taking over that position. He knows exactly how to make you smile and laugh. He's so excited when you wake up (yup, even when you've only been sleeping for 20 minutes) because he loves to go talk to you and throw toys into your crib. It make my heart so happy that you are already friends! I hope it lasts when you're both moody teenagers. :)
Speaking of your brother, you're officially sharing a room. And, all things considered, it's actually going pretty well. If you wake Jack up in the middle of the night and just can't settle down very quickly and quietly, Jack comes right into our room and sleeps on a makeshift bed on our floor. He's so very flexible! Of course sometimes he prefers to hop right in bed with us, and that's fine too. But so far, I don't think he's disturbing your sleep too much. He tends to sleepwalk, and I think you did wake up once or twice during one of his episodes, but I guess you'll just have to get used to that. If he comes over and tells you "I just can't do this!" tell him everything is okay and he should go back to sleep. If, however, he's also holding his crotch while talking nonsense at you, tell him to shut up and get his butt into the bathroom before he wets himself.
You continue to enjoy food. There's really not much you haven't liked. You weren't crazy about mangoes, but you still ate them. That a girl. :) You still adore avocados and sweet potatoes. And you're officially addicted to puffs. Oddly enough, Jackson has rediscovered his love of puffs now that you're having them. I've considered going on a puffs diet, since 90 of them have 25 calories. But I just don't like them enough!
My dear girl, you are such a blessing to our family. Happy 7 (and a half) months!
Love you so much,
Mama
It's pretty much all your fault that this is almost two weeks late, you know. You've recently decided that naps only need to last 20 to 40 minutes. Except that you can't actually survive on those types of naps. And frankly dear, neither can I. It's about enough time to take a shower and get dressed. Or do a really short work out. Or get halfway through the pile of dishes next to the sink. Or go get the mail. In conclusion, please start napping better. We'll all be happier. Including yourself! Moving on....
Another tooth! FINALLY, one of the top buggers worked its way out last weekend. I think you're relieved, but now the other one wants in on the fun this side of the gums. Let it through! I can also see the next two on the bottom. Let's just get this over with, K? I feel terrible for you. You're obviously uncomfortable, but not much makes you feel better. My poor girl!
You're a MOVER! You went from "Oh cute, she's kind of moving around!" to "Time to babyproof again! SHE'S CRAWLING!" I'm still getting used to it. All of a sudden, you'll be on the other side of the room. Or I'll come back into a room that I know I left you in and I actually have to look around for you. You also pull yourself up on everything in sight and have the bumps and bruises to prove it.
I'd really like to think that you like me the best. And I've been fairly certain that's been the case since you were born. However, I do believe your big brother is taking over that position. He knows exactly how to make you smile and laugh. He's so excited when you wake up (yup, even when you've only been sleeping for 20 minutes) because he loves to go talk to you and throw toys into your crib. It make my heart so happy that you are already friends! I hope it lasts when you're both moody teenagers. :)
Speaking of your brother, you're officially sharing a room. And, all things considered, it's actually going pretty well. If you wake Jack up in the middle of the night and just can't settle down very quickly and quietly, Jack comes right into our room and sleeps on a makeshift bed on our floor. He's so very flexible! Of course sometimes he prefers to hop right in bed with us, and that's fine too. But so far, I don't think he's disturbing your sleep too much. He tends to sleepwalk, and I think you did wake up once or twice during one of his episodes, but I guess you'll just have to get used to that. If he comes over and tells you "I just can't do this!" tell him everything is okay and he should go back to sleep. If, however, he's also holding his crotch while talking nonsense at you, tell him to shut up and get his butt into the bathroom before he wets himself.
You continue to enjoy food. There's really not much you haven't liked. You weren't crazy about mangoes, but you still ate them. That a girl. :) You still adore avocados and sweet potatoes. And you're officially addicted to puffs. Oddly enough, Jackson has rediscovered his love of puffs now that you're having them. I've considered going on a puffs diet, since 90 of them have 25 calories. But I just don't like them enough!
My dear girl, you are such a blessing to our family. Happy 7 (and a half) months!
Love you so much,
Mama
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