three

dear grace,
i'm sorry i skipped a day, it's hard to find two hands and even harder to type with one! right now you are eating and wiggling all over the place, i dont blame you, for years i wouldnt sit down at the dinner table, i had to be standing and i was always on my toes. you kick and squirm and gulp and grunt like it's a little dance, flailing your arms around and then drawing them close an still in a pose near your face.

we took you on your first walk yesterday down by the orem cemetary. i cant wait for you to meet (one) of your namesakes though im certain you actually already know her. your personality so far reminds me of her, calm and sweet. never asking too much and always giving much more than what's expected. (i dunno yet what to expect from somoeone who's almost one month old...). it was boiling hot and dry, you slept in your little blue buggy the whole time while dad and i walked and talked.

then i woke you up for a quick feeding (you must be on a growth spurt because you want to eat all day every hour or so with one good long nap and tons of little naps and then you try to sleep most of the night), did you know it's against the law for anyone to tell a woman not to breastfeed in public? you're probably groaning right now but i did get like 20 breastfeeding covers for your baby shower (hot ticket item!) (were people trying to say somethin?) i just thought id include random facts and advice that i wish someone woulda told me in life here. i hope someday you can smile when you read this and that maybe you can get to know me as much as i'm getting the beautiful chance to know you now.

today you met chris and sarah.(chrisandsarahmas! like christmas but in june!) they were so excited to meet you they flew up just to see you.honestly. it was so cute to watch them with you. if they dont have kids still by the time you read this i'll be sad because they're going to be the best p units ever.(parents) they are coming back tomorrow as soon as they have a romantic six year anniversary b fast at sundance. if i was smart i'd get sarah or chris to write this entry as they both did nothing but hold you and stare at you and comment on your general incredibleness and cuteness for about 8 hours straight.

i feel the same way of course but each day you pull new tricks out of that head of yours and blow me away so sometimes i forget the little things like, your tummy is the size of your dad's bicep (15 in), your feet are the size of his thumb (you havent discovered that you HAVE feet yet, but i cant wait until you do) you like to use mom's belly button as a stair, grab hair, and you are starting to coo and make noises. you snort when you cry hard.
i love you very much my sweet little girl, you've made me exactly who i've always wanted to be,
mom