2 Years of Being in Love With You

Today is your birthday! Happy birthday baby boy! This year has seen you turn from a baby into a fully fledged terror toddler. I’m still impressed by the huge personality you were born with. You have always been your own person. You love so much, your heart is so big. Everything you love you put such passion into. You adore the neighbor girl who is also Hayley’s friend that if we even whisper her name you will start calling out for her and wanting to go and visit her through the fence. Planes, trains, fire trucks, school buses: they are all things you love with your whole being and you’re always excited to see them. You love story time before bed, you love to read books and see the pictures. It’s one of the funniest times of the day for me. Watching you learn and enjoy it. You and Hayley are little peas in a book-loving pod.


You are also so smart. You’re talking so much now and can repeat just about everything. I love when you say “I lub it!” and “Thank you much” it makes me giggle. Sometimes you are still rambling in toddler-ese and you get frustrated when we can’t understand you but usually you can get your point across.

Eating I think will always cause me to get more gray hair, but you are opening up sometimes. You ate rice with “stuff” in it last night and you do love pasta, and you would think your love of carbs would help fatten you up, but you are so skinny. You can wear the shorts that you were wearing last summer, of course now they aren’t long on you, but the fact that you are so skinny does worry me still. But I try adding cream and oil and butter to everything that I can get you to eat, but it’s still the amount of not eating. You are perfectly fine not eating any dinner and just drinking your bottle before bed. I know you’re probably suppose to be off the bottle by now, but it’s one of the only foods I know you’ll consume and the bottle is the best way to get it all in you. So until I don’t worry about your lack of nutrition, then you get the bottle, but we are cutting back in the morning and at nap time so we can get you to eat actual food.

You are decidedly too mobile. You are just steady enough to run around and only skin your knees up every few days, but face plants are not yet a thing of the past and you sport bruises all too often and I worry people will think I’m a bad mother, but I blame your father, it’s always on his watch that you get your owies.

You get to start “school” tomorrow. This is the last summer before Hayley starts kindergarten and while she’s still at the Eccles lab at SLCC I figure it would be fun to have you guys in there together and now that you are officially 2, you can start, so no more having to drop Hayley off and be sad you can’t stay and play with the kids, you will finally have your own class to go to and have fun. This really is the end of my little baby, we’re going to trust you to strangers 3 times a week. Luckily you have almost no separation anxiety. When we get to church on Sundays you are so excited to get to go to nursery that it’s a struggle to keep you entertained until it’s time to drop you off and if you do escape you want to go straight to nursery for and ask for “toys.”

It’s been a whirlwind year, it seems like only a few weeks ago you were a tiny baby and I was trying to get enough sleep to make it through the next day where I hoped to find time to shower, but now I’m still trying to find time to shower and if I can duct tape you down to keep you from running amuck. It’s been fun and I’m so excited to watch you grow, but I wish I could keep you little forever too. But I’ll take whatever I can get.

Love you,

Mama

5 years of Totally Freaking Me Out

Well we finally made it to 5. You are so much bigger now and much more mature. You still love your preschool and with the leaps you've made in your writing letters and numbers, it's well worth it. You now want to write your own "books" and ask how to write words to put in them, you're not big on spacing letters to make words, but we can tell you what letters to write and now words are emerging. Your birthday is just after school starts so all your classmates from last year have moved on to kindergarten, which I was worried about. I didn't know how well you would make friends with the younger kids or if you would just boss them around. So far you have been a good helper since you know the routine for the other children to follow and you love to play with any kids. You told me recently that you want to be a teacher because you like "telling rules." So basically your little miss bossy. We've been working on the difference between asking and demanding.
You and your brother aren't always ready to play nice together anymore. He's walking and learning to talk and wants to be all up in your business. Whatever you are playing with, he also wants to play with. Your ability to share is being tested every day. Mostly it's still a struggle, but sometimes we see progress.
This years birthday party was a success, although a lot of work for me. It was Rapunzel-themed and I even made a "high-tower" cake, although it got less and less high as the first tower fell down. But most of your friends came to color and make crowns and eat pink cupcakes, it was very noisy. I can't believe that six little girls can make that kind of noise.
You've started in a dance class, and although you've only been to one, I think you're going to like it. This teacher actually seems to understand how to work with kids, which is helpful. I have also been trying to help you practice pointing your toes and teaches you the positions.
What your into any given day changes a lot (except Rapunzel), but you are a fan of watching Wicked on youtube and singing "Defying Gravity" although you think it's "Defining gravity." We also love to watch Wizards of Waverly Place and ANT Farm on the Disney channel.
You are very interested in the watermelons we're growing in the garden and you want to make sure we water them enough, so far we haven't killed them, so we may have some watermelons in October to eat!
I never know what you are going to tell strangers we meet, sometimes it's about how when you're a mom, you're going to get a dog and sometimes it's things I really wish you didn't feel the need to share. It's always an adventure!

We love you very much and I hope I really get to enjoy this last year before you leave me and go to school ( cuz I never leave you to go to work or school!)
Hugs and Luvs,
Mama

1 Year of Little Blessings

I have regretted not writing up your birth story again after your dad closed the program without saving my 3 page write-up. I always thought at some point I would have some down time. Unfortunately starting school full-time hasn't left much free time. But I do want to have your story for the future, so let's see how much I remember.
I had hoped to go into labor on my own, but that's not how my life works. So after bravely facing and passing your due date, we scheduled an induction for Monday may 24th. Early in the morning I called the hospital right on time, but the response was one I remembered from when your sister was born, call back later. There was a snowstorm occurring and the weather can cause the onset of labor, apparently. I wouldn't know about that. I called back and was given a vet ho-hum okay to head in. It was nasty weather so the drive was slow, at least it was to me. When we got there, and walked up to the check-in desk, I was told to take a seat in the waiting room. I thought " this is it, they're sending me home" and we sat and sat and watched the nurses come to the waiting room for people that had come in much after us. After the news finished on the TV and Dr oz began, your dad was getting frustrated and finally went to the desk to see what the hold up was. I was sure that I was being sent home. Actually they had been waiting for me, wondering why I wasn't there yet, needless to say there was much apologizing from them. I was hooked up to machines and started on my IV and your father and I settled in for the long wait. We watched Have you heard about the Morgans? and waited while my contractions began. I tried to tough it out but after a few hours it was time for the epidural. This was the awful bit last time so I was nervous. When the doctor came in, he and my nurse were talking about gardening. They talked a out the topsy turvey pots and i found out they have one for strawberries! And then it was over. It hadn't been awful! Contractions were getting stronger and I was worried my mom wouldn't be able to make it from work. I started feeling sick and was started on oxygen. I was checked and had progressed a lot, I must have been in phase 2 of labor. I started to want to push and my doctor was called. To me everything happened so fast but maybe it wasn't from the other side, I don't think I pushed for took long, not at all like your sister who was turned all funny, you knew it was time to get out.
A few good pushes and you were here, so beautiful. After you were here, I felt great, probably some rush of endorphins or something. Your grandpa and grandma Bowen came by with your sister to see you. Hayley was very happy to finally meet you. Now it was time for me to start moving around. I was wiggling my toes for all I was worth so that I could get to the bathroom and show the nurses how well I was doing. Checking my bleeding I was kept in bed longer than I wanted to be there. Checking the bleeding requires the nurses to press down on my abdomen and seeing that my tummy had held a tiny person earlier that day, it didn't feel good. After awhile the nurses decided it was time to try the walk to the bathroom. Two nurses flanked me to help me make the short wall across the room. I was told to keep my legs locked and just shuffle the few feet. I started shuffling, the nurses didn't like my color, I made it to the bathroom, but I started to feel very sick. One nurse told me to keep my eyes open, so I focused on that. This is now according to your dad, with my eyes open, I passed out. One nurse said " she's gone" and the nurses called for backup. I then came to, it was like everything came back into focus. A group of nurses got me back into bed. They would now give me more medication and watch my bleeding even closer. I was transferred to a new bed and moved from labor to a recovery room. Here is when people started to show up, it seemed like hours that people were there. You were passed back and forth from all your aunts and uncles and grandparents. When my mom got there I started to feel a little better, I knew she would help me through this. I couldn't sit up in bed, so while everyone was there I was laying down, trying to be brave but I was getting so tired. My dad kept telling me about his trip to Vegas or something, showing me pictures he had taken on his cellphone. It was all very surreal.
Finally after everyone had held you and cooed over you, everyone left except my mom, they came to check my bleeding and all I could do was cry. It was so painful and while the nurses had thought the bleeding was slowing down, turns out it wasn't. You went to the nursery to sleep for the night. Your dad had taken his sleeping pill and was planning on going to his parents to sleep. But after the doctor came it was decided, I needed to go into surgery, there was something stopping the bleeding from slowing down. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, surgery would let me sleep, so I was good and completely confident in my doctor. Your dad was freaking out though. He had his dad come back to the hospital so they could give me a blessing. I told your dad to go home with his parents since he had taken his sleeping pill already and surgery would take probably about an hour. I figured I was fine, my mom was here, she could stay with me and your dad could get some sleep since he was probably no good to me now anyway.
Of course your dad wouldn't have that. He was worried about me and possibility that realistically I could die, although that wasn't very likely. Everyone stayed. I was just happy that I got to get some sleep!
The anesthesiologist was an aging hippy dude. He told me that he'd heard I'd had kind of an exciting day. I felt very relaxed and a nurse had me hold her hand until I was out. I don't remember much of even being in the room, so it must have happened fast, then I was in a recovery area, half asleep, half awake. I kept wanting to ask the nurse if it was okay if I slept, but I never work up even to do it. I was wheeled back through the hospital to the women's center and in the waiting room, my family was there, and were told that everything went well and we were all good. Now I would get some more sleep right? It was about midnight and the rest of the night was ahead of me. Your dad stayed on a cushion on the window seat in my room, which seemed pretty crappy. I was so thirsty but also so tired, but probably because of a tube down my throat, every time I swallowed was slightly painful, so that would wake me up every few minutes. Then since your dad had not fallen asleep with his medication, he was up the rest of the night reading. Every time he turned the page, I would also wake up, so all in all, it wasn't a very restful night. During the night your dad had been been able to feed you a bottle and you went back to sleep.
The next day I felt like I hadn't had time to bond with you since you slept all night in the nursery and I hadn't held you much the day before. You made up for that with a vengeance. You were the cutest baby, and already so easy and patient. Everyone got to hold you and you were cool with everyone, mostly you slept, but you were awake for some good long stretches and barely cried at all. It wasn't as scary to bring you home as when we brought your sister home and we didn't know what we were doing. You slept like an angel from the start at night, which made me very grateful and you've been fairly consistent every since.
This last month has seen you scooting around on furniture, but still mostly crawling since you can do that super fast. You now have 2 little teeth on the bottom and spent your 1st birthday with a double ear infection, which you handled pretty well considering you must have been in pain.
You are such a happy little boy, as long we keep you dry and fed, you like to go to bed and take your naps and I love your little butt wiggle you do trying to get comfortable to sleep.
You also love to dance and Popcorn Popping is your new favorite song and you wave your little hands with me as I sing. Singing this I can get you to eat and drink a little bit more since your still such a small little boy.
This has been a great year, I'm so glad to have you in our little family.
Love you Forever,
Mama

34 Years of Chewing Paper

Today is dear husband's birthday. I make a big deal out of my daughter but I have a husband as well! I suppose I should try and show some appreciation.

This year has seen you try new things including starting a Masters of Accounting program and deciding that wasn't going to work for you and then looking to small engine repair classes, which are almost finished after the year long program. It's nice to see that your passionate about something. You really love working with the engines and always try and tell me about such and such thing that you fixed. Most of it goes over my head, but I'm glad that you've found something that you enjoy.
Of course now you think that you don't have to help out around the house, just because you work 6 days a week, well, we're going to have to re figure that out.

Now to address the title of this post, since you don't have much about yourself that changes year to year, especially when it comes to how stubborn you are. Case in point:
In elementary school the rule was "students can't chew gum in class" so because you were defiant and stubborn you decided to chew paper instead, so that you weren't actually breaking the rule, just driving your teacher insane. I think you were still sent to the Principal's office and your poor parents were called. How happy they must have been 8 years ago when I agreed to take you off their hands!

Love you,

Wifey

36 months (3 years) of Remarkable

A few weeks ago I took you to the park. There were a ton of kids on one of the playgrounds so I took you to the other one, since it seemed quieter. Here I am pushing my adult needs to be alone on you. You played and played and when some older kids (maybe 4 and 6) came and started to play a weird game or tag/keep away, you joined right in. I was so nervous. It was just a matter of time because they told you to leave them alone. They appeared a brother and sister duo and wouldn’t want to have their fun interrupted by a “baby” as they would, no doubt see you. But while I cringed inside, you confidently ran along with them, growled at the boy, hid with the girl and played whatever version of their game you wanted. They didn’t mind. Actually they started calling for you (“polar bear” because of the growling I guess) and including you in the process. I was fascinated by the wonders of youth. As an adult you sit in a seat where you don’t have to be too close to any other person, you want your space and don’t want to socialize. But you joined an existing group, and had no fear. No fear of rejection, no fear of anything. It made me immensely proud of you. I was prouder still when you accidentally bumped a toddler you said “sorry” right away and made sure he was okay. Then it hit me. You are the big kid. Granted there were kids much older on the playground, but you were one of them. You didn’t need me to run with you, or help you get down the slide. You were more than happy to find new friends and make up new games.
I miss the days where your world revolved around me, but now your world is huge. You have school twice a week and spend time with your grandparents and aunts. You are a child in a sea of adults. But you won’t be ignored either. You make your presence known and always want attention.
You have finally gotten the potty training thing pretty well down, which is nice, since you are now three. Now if I could just get you to wipe your own butt, we’ll be home free. But wiping is a good alternative to spraying out your underwear. I’m done with that professionally.
This year your birthday party is going to be a lot more laid back. I don’t have the cake all figured out, although you would think with my Wilson Decorating Class (level1) under my belt, I would have more passion for it, but I think that took all the desire to bake right out of me. We went to the Zoo! It’s nice to be able to take some time off work to be a mom, and since we didn’t make it to the zoo during the summer we should at least go on your birthday. Too bad Ellie got sick today. She was way more excited to go to the Zoo then you were. Also boy it’s hard on me trying to walk with you and make you go where you need to and to stop trying to climb into the gorilla exhibit.
You actually ate some lasagna last night, and that was shocking for me. You are still fairly picky, but at least you’re opening up a little here and there.
I have committed to you growing out your bangs. They are cute, but I think I am enjoying not having them. Your hair is just as much work anyway, why make it any harder?
This month we decide to get you out of your crib and into a “big girl” bed. Which is your crib minus one side. But it’s been a learning experience for us both, but at least you’ll go to the bathroom 6 times after we’ve put you to bed. Really, when I put you down, you know I mean business, but if your father puts you to sleep, you play for hours. I think the zoo would have been more fun for us both if you’d gone to bed before 11 pm, but I could only try to put you back to bed each time, I couldn’t force you to fall asleep. As much as I would like to.
Still, as much work as it’s been, there are the moments of pure joy when you throw your arms around my neck unexpectedly or start giggling at something silly. Here’s to years and year (except when you become a teenager. All bets are off then.)
Love ya kiddo,
Mama

2 Years Passes Like 24 Months

I'm sorry that your birthday was not spent doing the most fun things ever. We got your pictures taken and then went to lunch with daddy and you were way too into coloring to eat your sandwich or your fries. Then it was off to the doctors office, Ouch! On your birthday? Sorry, we were going to go to the zoo but it was rainy on your birthday. So yeah, sorry.
But the next day we went to the zoo! And you really loved the monkeys, feeding the swans and the pooping elephants. Aside from the animals, you loved the play ground more then anything else and watching other kids was an added bonus.

I look at your pictures from a year ago and can hardly believe your the same little person. You didn't even have much curly hair to speak of and now it's all over the place.

You're speaking in fairly complete sentences now and can usually get across most of your ideas to me. You know more then I even think you do, naming things I never taught you. That's what is so nice about all the people that watch you. Your not limited to just my meager knowledge, so at least you have that going for you.

It's so fun to come home from work and when i walk through the door to hear your little shrieks of "Mommy! Mommy's home!" It's nice to know that you missed me, or at least that you want me to sit and watch Go Diego, Go with you.

We're starting the whole "potty training thing" and so far it's just getting comfortable with the potty. We bought you a book! It has Elmo in it and it makes noise! I'm sure that'll teach you everything you need to know. Please?

I've gone a little nuts buying you things. Tell me how it is that I can withhold buying things for myself that are much needed, like pants that fit and shoes that are 2+ years old to wear to work, but when it comes to you, I can't hold back any amount of money? Trust me, if you don't look good, it's not because I didn't buy you nice clothes, it's because your father never changed your outfits from one day to the next so you're always encrusted in peanut butter goo and filth. You don't mind. You would rather not be able to see then sit still for the 2 minutes it would take to comb your hair. So tragic, but it's not my fault! I tried to teach your father how to work a pony tail, but his boy fingers can't figure it out.

So far 2's temperament is not chipper. 2 is fairly surly and has wide mood swings and pouts for no real reason. But 2 is also filled with giggles and dancing and smiles that I'm sure would melt six feet of snow. So I guess we'll wait and see how this thing pans out.

Love,

Mama

Hello 6 months!

This has been a nice month for you. You’re getting so much better at all your tricks. You can sit up with little assistance and as long as you aren’t reaching for something too far away you generally don’t fall over, so good for you! You finally rolled over this week! And I was there to see it! You probably roll over all the time at the sitters, but this is the first one that I’ve heard about so we’ll say it’s the first. It was cute. You were sitting there on your tummy and then all the sudden you were on your back looking up at me like “that was weird.”


You’re really getting good at the rice cereal and I’ve feed you pears. You don’t care much for the plain pears so I’ve been mixing them into the cereal and you just scrum it up. You’re eating almost ¼ cup of cereal a day, which is great, but I don’t think it’s helping you sleep any longer. We’re still having our one a night feeding and it’s really old. I tried formula for 2 nights to see how that would work and boy howdy it’s lots more work. At 2 am. I’m not about making more work for myself at 2 am so we’ll see how this goes. But I know that your grandparents are feeding you contraband. My mother gave you ice cream. Ice cream. Made from cows milk. I think you mostly spit it out, but still, I know you’ve had gravy and who knows what else. I hope you don’t end up allergic to everything. If you do, it’s totally grandma’s fault.


Before smiles were fleeting and hard to get from you (unless you were looking at grandpa, that man can make any baby do his bidding, I think he has some kind of evil ray) but now smiles are abundant and with them can come real laughs. I don’t care how much you laugh, it always makes me giggle too, which makes you laugh harder. It’s pretty funny.


I think you’re not growing quite as fast as you were, but we’ll find out for sure tomorrow when we head to the doctors and they poke you and make you cry and maybe me too. Jerks.
The weather is really starting to warm up so you’re spending more time hanging out in your onesies with no socks on. It’s funny because now we can all see your chub rolls.


You are still very friendly, which is good because I hear that in a few months you’ll be less social but you’ll all ready know all your babysitters.
I’m trying hard to teach you to talk (big emphasis on mamama, so learn that one) but you’ll have none of it. You’re all about the ‘ah’ with the sometimes ‘ga.’ But I now know when those people on American Idol say “I was singing before I could talk” that it’s a bunch of crap. They were making long vowel sounds before they could talk, which is no indicator of vocal greatness. But I’m sure you’ll win American Idol season 35 when you’re 18 and I’ll think you’re amazing now matter what. You mostly practice your American idol tryouts on the changing table. I don’t know what it is about having a naked butt that makes you so noisy, but even when you’re half asleep in the middle of the night you still like to start singing. It makes me giggle.


It’s still tearing me up that you have your other mothers while I’m working at a job that means less than nothing to me while you grow up without me. We spend some good time together in the evenings before bed, but I still I miss so much. I feel bad for Daddy because he is working so much and I know that he misses you, yet he still doesn’t want to wake up and feed you at 3 am, he’s funny that way.


We’ve made it half a year now and so far so good, baby. Now that your 6 month probationary period is over with, I think that we’ll keep you.

Love you pretty girl,
Mama

Five Months

Little girl, you're not so little anymore. You are positively heavy when I'm trying to lift you and your monster car seat. Of course I had to have the bigger seat because it was so darn cute, I didn't know it was also impractical. Your personality is also getting bigger. The screaming is wearing thin, but now the giggles are commonplace and you love attention (just like your mommy!) You're starting to be okay playing by yourself in the mornings. I'll walk past your room and see that you're completely awake and just looking quietly at your hands or watching the world or me.
Being back at work I feel like I miss so much, I miss you during the day while I'm gone and when I get home in the evening you need constant attention or you get pretty cranky, not like the mornings when you're mostly an angel (I don't know what dad is talking about when he tells me you won't let him put you down and he can't get anything done.)
You're still anti-tummy time but I refuse to let your hollering dissuade me from letting you build muscles in your back. I think your lack of lots of tummy time is one reason why you don't roll over yet. Have I mentioned that I worry about that everyday? I do. I know that every child develops at different rates, but I'm sure that you are absolutely refusing to become mobile in any way shape or form because you want us at your beck and call to move you, or reposition you or take you to new places. If you're still not moving at 9 months, you're on your own kid, no way I'm carting you around forever.
You are starting to outgrow some of your 6 month clothes and I'm so sad. You had so many cute outfits, once your into your 9 month outfit, half your closet will be boxed up and then I may have to start buying you new outfits rather than relying on the shower gifts! I'm trying to talk daddy into actually putting you into an outfit each day or changing you from yesterdays outfit, but he baulks at that since most of the time he refuses to put your pants back on after a diaper change as you're just going to get wet again, why bother? Boys. You'll learn that they are very lazy.
You started solid foods! Sort of. About 2 weeks ago I gave you the tiniest bit of rice cereal mixed with so much formula that it was probably more like soup than solids, but you're just learning, I figure it's all solid for you. The first few time I don't think you swallowed very much, but now you've decided that you want to gnaw on the spoon when I stick it in your mouth, so I think more of the cereal is making it to the back of your throat. Someone suggested that I get one of those bottle-things that you can use for solid mushy foods, but really, if you're suppose to be learning what to do with the solid foods, doesn't that defeat the purpose? Your not underweight, you eat fine, so I'm not going to force feed you. You can thank me later.
We're looking into daycare. We haven't approached Abuela Virginia yet but chances are we are going to have to leave you in the care of strangers at least a few days a week once daddy finds employment. And unfortunately it could be a long term decision, or around a year anyway. I know that lots of moms have to work outside the home to help support the family, but I don't want to have to one of them, I'm just praying that dad finds something that can support all of us, and soon.
It's been a great 5 months, you're growing healthy and strong, and you're a delightful little snot who makes me laugh everyday. Although I already miss snuggly little newborn Hayley, I'm excited to hang out with the new little person that you're becoming.
Love,
Mama

Welcome to month 4

Hayley,
This last month has been so much fun but it is also the ending of my being there for you almost all the time. I go back to work full-time tomorrow and I'm really sad about that. I know I'm going to miss so many moments.
Like when you laughed a real laugh on the 18th. Usually you still giggle and squeal, but that was a real laugh, when I caught you unsuspectingly with a quick tickle.
You've grown so much, I'm just hoping to get through all your different outfits at least once before you've outgrown them. You're almost twice as big as when you were born.
You've gotten your first tastes of real food with peppermint crème and syrup and you sucked on a cantaloupe and pulled such a face, so obviously, just like mommy, you're not a fan of that melon.
You still love to stand and always want everyone to let you see what's going on. You're such a happy baby, especially in the mornings. You will watch sometimes just watch me workout and think it's the best thing. You still love the TV and I'm thinking that you dad and I are going to need to limit our TV consumption so that you're less of a junkie. That's how much we love you; we'll sacrifice watching TV which is one of our favorite things.
Your little personality is just thriving. You love to gurgle and be the center of attention. You're okay with strangers most of the time and you really love your grandmas and every time Grandpa Larry says "what do you say to grandpa?" you get a huge smile on your face.
You've already turned your dad into a puddle of goo, he'll ignore people who are trying to have conversations with him so he can talk to you and play with you.
You love to kick your legs and squirm whenever you get your diaper changed and you love having naked time. I've tricked you whenever you take a bath, I drain the water and let you think you're still playing while I dry you off so that you aren't too upset to be removed from your play time.
You're grabbing at things, but it seems you always get my knife or fork when I'm trying to eat. You have little dagger fingernails that you scratch me with will trying to grab my arm.
I can't wait to see what you do this month.
Love you!
Mom

3 months

Hayley,
This has been a really good month. Your screaming time has gone down considerably and now you really smile. Real smiles. You know me and sometimes I'm the only one who can calm you down and get you to sleep. Of course some nights only Daddy can do that, but mostly it's me. You're starting to sleep for longer periods of time at night. Almost through the whole night depending on when you ate. It's blissful to wake up and it's 5 am instead of 2 am.
Your hair is growing but not very fast and I'm still unable to get that ponytail elastic into your hair.
You spend lots of time with your grandparents. They take turns like good grandparents and each get you once a week while I'm at work.
You really don't like your car seat, you made me carry you through the store yesterday and boy, you're a heavy little snot.
At your 2 month appointment you were 11 1/2 pounds and I'm sure you are much heavier now, although it doesn't seem like you eat very well, you must be doing something right. Although maybe the milk just has so much chocolate running through it, maybe you only need a sip.
You are bigger then the other girls your age and I'm starting to have to box up some of your newborn outfits. You love taking a bath and spend the time staring at your beautiful reflection in the mirror.
We're liking the cloth diaper thing still and even Grandpa Larry will put them on you.
Aunt Summer babysits you often and you aren't very good for her most of the time, but for some reason she still thinks that you're cute.
You sit in your little chair and bat at the little animal rattles and love it, your coordination is getting much better and you almost always hit one if you wack at them. You're getting so close to giggling, it's like it's just on the tip of your tongue but you can't figure it out yet. You're also a TV junkie, you really love that happy picture box of people always talking to you and bright colors. There goes our resolution to not let you watch too much TV.
This month has been great and it's only getting better.
love you,
Mom