dear grace,
we rock in the big grey green chair and while i put you to my shoulder you scratch the back of the seat, feeling the fibers under your fingers. you look up at the quilt gram made for you, and wiggle your nose against my neck. nap time is still you in my arms, when i put you down you wake up, red eyes squinting at me in a curious fashion, where am i, and where are you going? that's what they beg to ask me. it is better to just let you sleep, rosebud mouth open just slightly. your face calm and milky white, two bright red spots on your round cheeks and the pucker under your bottom lip. long dark eyelashes are resting on your cheekbones, sometimes you show your dreams in small whimpers or smiles, in laughter if i'm lucky. i read lots of books while you sleep, or sometimes i sit and watch you. which never gets old. ive become quite talented at reading, eating, and simultaneously rocking you to sleep. i think i've grown six extra arms. today you are wearing soft pale yellow ducky pajammas. the best part is the little ducks on your footies. it helps that there's also a little badge sewn into the left side of the garment over your heart that says i love mommy. but i'm biased. you're awake now, rubbing your eyes and making small grunts and whistles.
i love you honeyhead,
mom
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
eighteen
dear grace,
you are the best. seriously. you try to stick both your hands in your mouth while i'm feeding you so it's hands plus bottle plus milk everywhere. you only giggled twice for me and wont do it again no matter how hard i tickle you! you still don't like tummy time much but you love your jumper and you're figuring out how to fly up and down and spin and twirl. you weigh a whopping 16 pounds and are growing out of everything! but you are the cutest little girl in the whole world. the other day you started giving me kisses because i always make kissy noises at you and you smile, so you copied me and now we give kisses! you even gave daddy some too.
i love you little one,
mom
you are the best. seriously. you try to stick both your hands in your mouth while i'm feeding you so it's hands plus bottle plus milk everywhere. you only giggled twice for me and wont do it again no matter how hard i tickle you! you still don't like tummy time much but you love your jumper and you're figuring out how to fly up and down and spin and twirl. you weigh a whopping 16 pounds and are growing out of everything! but you are the cutest little girl in the whole world. the other day you started giving me kisses because i always make kissy noises at you and you smile, so you copied me and now we give kisses! you even gave daddy some too.
i love you little one,
mom
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
seventeen
dear grace,
i heard you! i heard you laugh out loud! you were exhausted and outside on the back porch i tickled you under your right armpit/front and tummy and made noises close to your pretty face and you laughed! it was soooo cute and high pitched squeel mixed with giggles, i hated to stop but i was laughing so hard i had to take a break/breather. dad went to the hospital and got an mri of his head, he's been having numb sensations on his scalp and face, they want him to go to a neurologist, i think its a pinched nerve/disk. i wish he could have heard you laugh, when he got home you were in the tub and we tried really hard to get you to laugh again but you just smiled and turned your head shyly away and kicked- splashing us both with warm soapy water. we all smell like babies for bed and we are all grumpyly tired. dad has drill in the morning very early and will be gone until monday. hopefully he wont have to go with all the other marines because of doc orders. and where are you in all this? snugly in my arms! i love you! your graco jumper came today and i hung it in the kitchen door frame while you slept.
love,
mom
i heard you! i heard you laugh out loud! you were exhausted and outside on the back porch i tickled you under your right armpit/front and tummy and made noises close to your pretty face and you laughed! it was soooo cute and high pitched squeel mixed with giggles, i hated to stop but i was laughing so hard i had to take a break/breather. dad went to the hospital and got an mri of his head, he's been having numb sensations on his scalp and face, they want him to go to a neurologist, i think its a pinched nerve/disk. i wish he could have heard you laugh, when he got home you were in the tub and we tried really hard to get you to laugh again but you just smiled and turned your head shyly away and kicked- splashing us both with warm soapy water. we all smell like babies for bed and we are all grumpyly tired. dad has drill in the morning very early and will be gone until monday. hopefully he wont have to go with all the other marines because of doc orders. and where are you in all this? snugly in my arms! i love you! your graco jumper came today and i hung it in the kitchen door frame while you slept.
love,
mom
Friday, September 9, 2011
sixteen
dear grace,
I just laid you down to sleep, all swaddled up tight and little wet head from your bath. I've never loved anyone more in my whole life than I love you tiny girl. (except dad, but that's a different kind of love). It is so effortless to love someone who is completely innocent and sweet. Each day you are growing quickly, and I know I must treasure these days when you are still small and untouched from the hard things in the world. (besides a dirty diaper or a rumbly tummy, or a sleepy head). You smile all the time, and each time it's like my heart is being filled up and up and up. Sleep tight my grace.
love,
mom
I just laid you down to sleep, all swaddled up tight and little wet head from your bath. I've never loved anyone more in my whole life than I love you tiny girl. (except dad, but that's a different kind of love). It is so effortless to love someone who is completely innocent and sweet. Each day you are growing quickly, and I know I must treasure these days when you are still small and untouched from the hard things in the world. (besides a dirty diaper or a rumbly tummy, or a sleepy head). You smile all the time, and each time it's like my heart is being filled up and up and up. Sleep tight my grace.
love,
mom
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
fifteen
dear grace,
have you ever seen a conductor listen to his music with his eyes closed? his face a serious study of calm earnest concentration? right now you are eating and you look exactly like that. the rest of your body is posed like a cherub, back arched carelessly, feet drawn up to the side and toes gently curled. you are a picture my sweet girl.
mom
have you ever seen a conductor listen to his music with his eyes closed? his face a serious study of calm earnest concentration? right now you are eating and you look exactly like that. the rest of your body is posed like a cherub, back arched carelessly, feet drawn up to the side and toes gently curled. you are a picture my sweet girl.
mom
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