dear grace,
you are getting so big so quickly. last night i held you in my arms and thought as you slept sweetly, how i wish i could keep you this way forever. your little hands gripping my sweatshirt and your soft warm breath on my neck, your legs curled up under you like a frog and your sweet wavy hair on my cheek. of course, it is a beautiful thing to watch you grow, but when you are fourteen i doubt you'll let me hold you like that. (which i understand) but it is so wholly and completely wonderful to be loved by you and needed so dearly. you probably wont really understand that until you have a little one of your own someday. i know i didn't. you are becomming a daddy's girl quite quickly, when you hear his voice you look all around "where is he where is he" and then you smile really really really big when he talks to you. i'm sort of jealous but i made you giggle first! so i'll always have that. in all fairness i have you most of the day so, i guess he'll have his chance. you have this ringing peal of giggles when you laugh and it is so adorable. i wish i could hold a camera and tickle you but i'm not that talented yet. you kick your legs like a mad woman, you are anxious to start moving around and i am anxious for you not to. your dad and i are pretty messy (woops, never supposed to tell your child that one) and i'm worried about all the little things on the floor, and all the child proofing this house needs before you are mobile. you are still so nice, even though you are teething and your gums bother you horribly. fall is coming and i've gone a little crazy decorating for halloween. we have a giant spider web on the front porch and a huuuuge pumpkin and then a mommy pumpkin and then a baby pumpkin (actually a little green squash pumpkin for you). we have spiders and graves that i made, we're gonna have a strobe light and enough candy to feed the entire military probably. dad is training for ocs and he runs 6 miles each day. he is losing weight quickly and... i am not. since i'm not breastfeeding i'm still packing the pounds from pregnancy. so we went to the track last night at orem high for an hour and while dad ran i walked about the track with you in your stroller. it was very cold and you were done after about 20 minutes. it was the first time you'd been freezing and you did not like it one bit! i felt your pain so we cuddled in the car for the last ten minutes and you fell asleep. which brings me to the beginning again. there is so much i want to write about all the things i experience with you each day, so that i wont forget- but they all happen so quickly and pass so sweetly and quietly. you are only talkative when you are excited or tired. or both. i love you very much with my whole heartsicles.
love,
mom.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
twenty
dear grace,
oh boy (girl)! your two lower teeth are definately coming in! you are officially four months old and some weeks. on friday you get your second set of shots and i am not excited for that... you are rolling over in both directions now and you love to stand when we hold your hands. you like to sit on the couch with us and grab your little toes to try to eat em. your most impressive feat is trying to sit up by yourself and trying desperately to crawl! we put you on your tummy and call to you and between me and dad you get very excited and try your hardest to kick kick kick and swim swim with your arms. once you make contact we'll have liftoff! you don't like rice cereals yet and that's okay because we can wait! you love to try to suck-gnaw on anything you can get to your mouth especially my hands and your hands. when you see dad come home you light up and you cry if he doesnt come say hello. you like to reach out and touch my face and sometimes that hurts (you love to scratch!) but you are getting more gentle. you still love bath time except you are almost getting too big for your whale tub?! so the other day i tried to sit you in your bumbo in the tub instead and... you weren't fat enough so the bumbo floated in the water and you were sort of confused. then i just ended up sitting you up in the tub and you liked that much better. you are talkative when you are tired (why, hello you are def. MY daughter) and you love your naps. when i can get you to take them. we might have to move out of the cherapple house which will be so sad because that means you'll never remember the nursery i made you! but that's okay. someday we can get a big house and i'll make you a cuter one. promise. dad is applying for officer school and while he is away next year we might go live with graham and poppop! you giggle a little when i tickle your neck and when you are tired and you think i'm funny. i love you to death. every time you wake up i sing "good morning to youuuuuuu preeettttyyy giiirrrlll!" and you smile and wiggle to try to get out of your sleep sack. dad says you smell like asparagus and i think you smell like delicious baby smell. you are both always hungry. you grab at things with your toes and you arch towards people you want to hold you. you recognize your grandma elaine and me and your dad and your aunt alison and your cousins bryson and abigail. you love them and they LOVE you. they get real close to your face and say HELLO GRACEELAINE! and you smile real big because those are your size people. you may or may not be catching your first cold. all i know is you've been especially cranky and that could be your teethies. i cant wait someday to give this to you. i think, we are all very revealing as children- and it would have been cool to read what i did and thought and acted when i was a little one.
i love you dearly,
mom
oh boy (girl)! your two lower teeth are definately coming in! you are officially four months old and some weeks. on friday you get your second set of shots and i am not excited for that... you are rolling over in both directions now and you love to stand when we hold your hands. you like to sit on the couch with us and grab your little toes to try to eat em. your most impressive feat is trying to sit up by yourself and trying desperately to crawl! we put you on your tummy and call to you and between me and dad you get very excited and try your hardest to kick kick kick and swim swim with your arms. once you make contact we'll have liftoff! you don't like rice cereals yet and that's okay because we can wait! you love to try to suck-gnaw on anything you can get to your mouth especially my hands and your hands. when you see dad come home you light up and you cry if he doesnt come say hello. you like to reach out and touch my face and sometimes that hurts (you love to scratch!) but you are getting more gentle. you still love bath time except you are almost getting too big for your whale tub?! so the other day i tried to sit you in your bumbo in the tub instead and... you weren't fat enough so the bumbo floated in the water and you were sort of confused. then i just ended up sitting you up in the tub and you liked that much better. you are talkative when you are tired (why, hello you are def. MY daughter) and you love your naps. when i can get you to take them. we might have to move out of the cherapple house which will be so sad because that means you'll never remember the nursery i made you! but that's okay. someday we can get a big house and i'll make you a cuter one. promise. dad is applying for officer school and while he is away next year we might go live with graham and poppop! you giggle a little when i tickle your neck and when you are tired and you think i'm funny. i love you to death. every time you wake up i sing "good morning to youuuuuuu preeettttyyy giiirrrlll!" and you smile and wiggle to try to get out of your sleep sack. dad says you smell like asparagus and i think you smell like delicious baby smell. you are both always hungry. you grab at things with your toes and you arch towards people you want to hold you. you recognize your grandma elaine and me and your dad and your aunt alison and your cousins bryson and abigail. you love them and they LOVE you. they get real close to your face and say HELLO GRACEELAINE! and you smile real big because those are your size people. you may or may not be catching your first cold. all i know is you've been especially cranky and that could be your teethies. i cant wait someday to give this to you. i think, we are all very revealing as children- and it would have been cool to read what i did and thought and acted when i was a little one.
i love you dearly,
mom
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
nineteen
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
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
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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