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