Up until now, I've been writing letters to you by the week. But I'm finding that I'm running out of things to say. You have bursts of growth, followed by slow change leading up to the next burst. For example, you've been so close to rolling over for the longest time. Perhaps you will accomplish this next month.
I write this as you sleep in our room. I'm not ready to move you into your crib. So rather then moving you because the bassinet is front of the heating vent, I'll just move the bassinet. The dog beds will go....somewhere else in the room. We've been spending lots of time together as Daddy is working on two shows. But when he's home, you laugh with him so much. I am drawn from other sides of the house by the sound of your joined laughter, you and your Daddy. You are truly engaged with the world around you, and the funniest things grab your attention. Today in the elevator, you were captivated by a sign. Glad to see you are easy to entertain.
I love watching how social you are. You smile at strangers who come up to admire you. They talking about your big, pretty blue eyes and your hint of dimples. And slowly, you give them a big grin in return. You can be the biggest grump for me, but some grandma-type coos at you and you are suddenly sweet as sugar pie. It's rather fun to take you out! But when you are done, you are done. Nothing will pacify you except a break. Or a diaper change. Or breastfeeding. You are not impressed when I take too long to figure it out.
But Mommy was chastised by her good friend Jenny yesterday. She was rather surprised that you don't have a baby book. Or a scrapbook. Or any pictures in frames. Or any studio pictures. Hey, I said Mommy was doing a pretty good job just taking some pictures now and then. Evidently, I'm missing the boat. So Mommy is taking you to JCPenney with a coupon from Jenny on Sunday. The grandmas will all be so pleased. Now I just have to figure out what you will wear. Shouldn't be a problem, as your wardrobe is better than mine.
I've also found that if I just get out of your face, you do a pretty good job of entertaining yourself. So I'm actually getting a few things done around the house despite the presence of a newborn. Laundry. Vacuuming. Mopping. And you play with your feet. Those feet are the coolest toys you've ever seen. I'd post of picture of you getting them into your mouth, but it's one of those naked pictures. Because if you can have your pants off AND play with your feet, that's good times.
I love you, my gorgeous, sweet baby.
Love
Mommy
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