November 29, 2010 in Uncategorized
I can’t imagine my life without your sunshine, your smile. How I love your hugs, your smell, your laughter. And your little gremlin voice. You’re trying out sounds and sometimes they come out so rough we turn around trying to find the source of the deep voice. Your favourite sound is is “aboo”. You use it a lot. I wonder if its a word, just not sure what it would be for.
You tried out peanut butter today (your sandwich). And smoked salmon cream cheese (mine). You seem to have recovered from both your German Measles and your fungal infection. I hope so, I want to take you back to swimming. You love swimming so much, and still have your amphibian reflex. Or at least you did a month ago.
I love your red / blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone remarks on the colour of your eyes. They are beautiful.
You are still not rolling over on your own. Nor are you crawling. I’m concerned about you not reaching your milestones, but have learnt that all these will happen in your own time. You will do so when you are ready. You can get around by pushing on your tummy backwards, but I see this frustrates you so much. You have never wanted to be still. Even in my tummy you moved and kicked so much.
I’m sorry that I don’t seem to have enough time to spend it playing with you. This will change next year, I promise. In the meantime, I hope the time you spend with granny helps you form a life-long bond. Grand parents are so important.
You hate having naps in your cot now. I’ve learnt that you can’t force a baby to sleep. Try as I did with Talia. Now I know you’ll sleep in your pram, so I pop you in there and most of the time you do nap there. As long as you have Zoot your Zebra (you named him, not me) and a blanket or taglet to put over your face.
You’re awake most mornings between 5:00 and 5:30am. I let you talk to yourself for a bit before you start getting annoyed and then get you up for snuggles and a bottle in my bed. I keep thinking to myself that these are the times I want to remember forever. I hope I do.
You don’t seem to have a favourite toy, but you do love the music box. And you love dancing with me. Talia insists on music to dance to in the mornings (as long as I don’t sing!), and you wave your arms around as Talia dances with one of her Lilly’s in the lounge. Who cares that its 80’s music. Full blast. at 6:30am?
You love toast. And rice crispies. And carob covered rice cakes (you’re not allowed chocolate until you turn 1). You will actually happily put anything in your mouth. Including bugs and tissues and paper. When I’m struggling to feed you I pop you in your swing outside. On the forward swing, you get a mouth full of food. Talia sits in her swing and has a picnic too. Everyone is happy.
Your sister loves you. She just wants to hug you and snuggle with you in the mornings. Please know how lucky you are to have her. I know she will be your protector until you get bigger than she is. And you will be, quite soon I fear. You are tall, my girl. I don’t know where you got that gene from, but apparently you will be your daddy’s height by the time you are 18. Talia will always be small, like your mom. My girls as different as chalk and cheese.
I tell Talia that the most important thing she must remember is how much her mother loves her. I hope you remember it too.
I love you, my Squidge