dear grace,
i can feel your front top teeths coming in! if it weren't painful for you i'd be more excited. you like to chew on my finger and anything else you can get to your mouth and if i leave you alone on your back you turn magically like a sundial and i'm not sure how you do it...you wore yourself out tonight in your whale bathtub which you are almost getting too big for! you are a LONG TALL DRINK OF WATER. and people ask me all the time if you are a boy. i feel bad because you got that from me, but usually i can just point to your outfit and say- hello? it's pink or purple. although i try to get you in neutral colors because they are pretty on your skin. we are back to swaddling you, last night after trying to put you down six times and you hitting yourself in the face trying to suck on your thumb i gave in and tied you up with a blanket. after that you went riiiight to sleep. you are still favoring your left hand and you seem to think that if you kick like crazy you can get your fingers around things you see around you. your dad tried to get me to let him ride my old bike to a temple interview in a brand new suit. just because he did it in africa doesnt mean he has to in orem! i told him to drive the car since we are NOT going to buy him a new 700 dollar suit. he has crazy ideas sometimes... you and me will have to keep him on the earth's surface. and he thinks IM crazy because i tell him NO! i guess i'm the only one who ever has. i love watching you sleep but i have to go downstairs and lose all the baby weight i gained with pregnancy. it's painful but i have to do it. i am much happier when i work out. i hope you dont get my knees!
i love you madly honeychild,
mom
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
thirteen
dear grace,
well, we're home from vacation and with the exception of you kicking my bag of popcorner chips all over dad you didnt make a peep on the flight home. grandma elaine says you are a star baby! (starFISH baby) when we got home we laid you out on the livingroom floor and you were so happy to see your giant fans way up on the ceiling, but then dad sneezed really loud and scared you and you screamed foe five minutes straight because you were so scared. you wouldnt even eat, dad felt pretty bad. while you eat you want to hold your bottle and you've discovered your hair which you anjoy rhythmically pulling, while eating you look like a sunbather, both hands almost at the back of your head, elbows out like a little chicken-bird and pulling your hair. you are a sweet and strong and sensitive baby.
love,
mom
well, we're home from vacation and with the exception of you kicking my bag of popcorner chips all over dad you didnt make a peep on the flight home. grandma elaine says you are a star baby! (starFISH baby) when we got home we laid you out on the livingroom floor and you were so happy to see your giant fans way up on the ceiling, but then dad sneezed really loud and scared you and you screamed foe five minutes straight because you were so scared. you wouldnt even eat, dad felt pretty bad. while you eat you want to hold your bottle and you've discovered your hair which you anjoy rhythmically pulling, while eating you look like a sunbather, both hands almost at the back of your head, elbows out like a little chicken-bird and pulling your hair. you are a sweet and strong and sensitive baby.
love,
mom
Thursday, August 25, 2011
twelve
dear grace,
we just finished your first vacation at gram and pop pop's house in california. you love the pool and you've started to just swim constantly whether you are in the pool or not. you have discovered your cute little fist, and you try to suck on it but in the meanwhile you look like the statue of liberty waving your fist high in the air while you watch it like "I AM A CHAMPION" (which of course, you are) while you eat you put your feet together and your toes hold one another and it looks like you are blessing your food with your feet. you smile at your grandparents and you aren't sure about geoff yet but he isnt sure about you either. (aka sixteen year old boys just dont know what to do with babies) when we put you in the pool you stick your tongue out and try to eat your swim seat. it's the cutest thing in the world. this morning you laughed for grandma in your sleep and i know she is going to miss you like crazy. she keeps saying please dont leave me! grandpa has informed me that they will keep you until you are eight years old because they have experience in turning out fantastic children (i quite agree) (just kidding) (aka geoff) but i simply cannot part with you. you are begninning to grab things, dad and i are trying to figure out how i can stay home with you so that he can finish school and sometimes it is stressful, but i know that i wouldnt miss this part of your life for anything, you are growing so quickly. i love you dearly little friend. your hair is beginning to curl out in every direction and i cant wait until it grows longer. you have a huge bald spot on the back of your head so from behind you look like a friar but you hate being on your tummy so i hate putting you on it! you are cooing and talking constantly, i still have yet to hear you laugh outloud while you are awake but you chuckle in your sleep. you have a few new nicknames since we've been home in san diego- frau meow, singjuan. you are almost three months old!
love
mom
we just finished your first vacation at gram and pop pop's house in california. you love the pool and you've started to just swim constantly whether you are in the pool or not. you have discovered your cute little fist, and you try to suck on it but in the meanwhile you look like the statue of liberty waving your fist high in the air while you watch it like "I AM A CHAMPION" (which of course, you are) while you eat you put your feet together and your toes hold one another and it looks like you are blessing your food with your feet. you smile at your grandparents and you aren't sure about geoff yet but he isnt sure about you either. (aka sixteen year old boys just dont know what to do with babies) when we put you in the pool you stick your tongue out and try to eat your swim seat. it's the cutest thing in the world. this morning you laughed for grandma in your sleep and i know she is going to miss you like crazy. she keeps saying please dont leave me! grandpa has informed me that they will keep you until you are eight years old because they have experience in turning out fantastic children (i quite agree) (just kidding) (aka geoff) but i simply cannot part with you. you are begninning to grab things, dad and i are trying to figure out how i can stay home with you so that he can finish school and sometimes it is stressful, but i know that i wouldnt miss this part of your life for anything, you are growing so quickly. i love you dearly little friend. your hair is beginning to curl out in every direction and i cant wait until it grows longer. you have a huge bald spot on the back of your head so from behind you look like a friar but you hate being on your tummy so i hate putting you on it! you are cooing and talking constantly, i still have yet to hear you laugh outloud while you are awake but you chuckle in your sleep. you have a few new nicknames since we've been home in san diego- frau meow, singjuan. you are almost three months old!
love
mom
Thursday, August 11, 2011
eleven
dear grace,
what a joy you are! you smile at me all the time now and it makes me melt. i love your cute little hands and toes, you grip everything with both of them. when you eat you pat your stomach with both hands and wiggle constantly. sometimes you chuckle but its always very small, i can't wait to hear you laugh out loud. i wasn't making enough breast milk so now we are on formula supplementing. your farts are terrible, and i miss your breath smelling like peaches and cream. you wont keep a binky in your mouth, you'd rather play with it instead and you love to grab my hair and rip it out. dad still thinks pink is not your color but it's hard to find non pink girl baby stuff! just you wait until you have to do it. you love your crib and your swaddle sacks still. i dont put you on your tummy nearly enough because you hate it and flip over- so you have a big beautiful bald spot on the back of your head :] sawwy. but you make up for it by having a huge tuff of hair on top which is spiraling into a mowhalk. you have big deep blue eyes and a huge grin. i sing to you and tickle you constantly and you cry when im away and you are awake. unless you are pooping. you are so happy when you poop. which is often. tmi? i dont care, we should celebrate because now is the only time in your life when people will applaud your bodily functions. so enjoy it. you looove bath time still, and have begun kicking and squirming which makes tub time kinda dangerous but still very fun. you love your starfish sponge and you stare at it the whole time kicking and splashing. we have black and white flashcards with animals on them, and i make the sounds of them and show them to you, you love the cat "meow" and the ladybug (which as of yet has no sound...) and grandpa francis says the monkey looks like a scorpion. you had your baby blessing last weekend and it was beautiful. we recorded it and i need to type it up for you. you even snorted a few times into the microphone and i couldnt help laughing. you are curious and make sounds all the time, you coo almost all the time and try so hard to talk to me. you move your tongue all around in your mouth and you love when i whistle or sing to you. its the most incredible feeling to be loved by someone so entirely. you light up like a christmas tree when you hear my voice, or see my hands coming down toward you in your crib. everybody says you are a mamma's girl, and dad doesnt really know what to do with you yet but i know you're going to just follow him everywhere. it's been really tough with school for him to spend a lot of time with you, i hope you get to know and love him as you know me soon. i know i should only write happy things in this journal, but i want you to know that i lived, and that life isn't perfect and always lovely. i want you to understand that disappointment is real, but that you can always choose how you react to all of it. that is part of the reason you carry the name that you do. there are many other things i want to write about but i am very tired and you are so happy that i hate to leave you staring at the ceiling fan cooing and talking by yourself for very long. i love you with all my heart sweet girl.
love,
mom
what a joy you are! you smile at me all the time now and it makes me melt. i love your cute little hands and toes, you grip everything with both of them. when you eat you pat your stomach with both hands and wiggle constantly. sometimes you chuckle but its always very small, i can't wait to hear you laugh out loud. i wasn't making enough breast milk so now we are on formula supplementing. your farts are terrible, and i miss your breath smelling like peaches and cream. you wont keep a binky in your mouth, you'd rather play with it instead and you love to grab my hair and rip it out. dad still thinks pink is not your color but it's hard to find non pink girl baby stuff! just you wait until you have to do it. you love your crib and your swaddle sacks still. i dont put you on your tummy nearly enough because you hate it and flip over- so you have a big beautiful bald spot on the back of your head :] sawwy. but you make up for it by having a huge tuff of hair on top which is spiraling into a mowhalk. you have big deep blue eyes and a huge grin. i sing to you and tickle you constantly and you cry when im away and you are awake. unless you are pooping. you are so happy when you poop. which is often. tmi? i dont care, we should celebrate because now is the only time in your life when people will applaud your bodily functions. so enjoy it. you looove bath time still, and have begun kicking and squirming which makes tub time kinda dangerous but still very fun. you love your starfish sponge and you stare at it the whole time kicking and splashing. we have black and white flashcards with animals on them, and i make the sounds of them and show them to you, you love the cat "meow" and the ladybug (which as of yet has no sound...) and grandpa francis says the monkey looks like a scorpion. you had your baby blessing last weekend and it was beautiful. we recorded it and i need to type it up for you. you even snorted a few times into the microphone and i couldnt help laughing. you are curious and make sounds all the time, you coo almost all the time and try so hard to talk to me. you move your tongue all around in your mouth and you love when i whistle or sing to you. its the most incredible feeling to be loved by someone so entirely. you light up like a christmas tree when you hear my voice, or see my hands coming down toward you in your crib. everybody says you are a mamma's girl, and dad doesnt really know what to do with you yet but i know you're going to just follow him everywhere. it's been really tough with school for him to spend a lot of time with you, i hope you get to know and love him as you know me soon. i know i should only write happy things in this journal, but i want you to know that i lived, and that life isn't perfect and always lovely. i want you to understand that disappointment is real, but that you can always choose how you react to all of it. that is part of the reason you carry the name that you do. there are many other things i want to write about but i am very tired and you are so happy that i hate to leave you staring at the ceiling fan cooing and talking by yourself for very long. i love you with all my heart sweet girl.
love,
mom
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