Dear Lili,
As I type this you are in your crib wearing only a diaper and I am in a bra. It’s about one thousand degrees in the apartment. We couldn’t get more red neck right now. Maybe later we can cart a broken fridge out to the front yard.
I wanted to write you a list of some things you are doing as of late so we don’t forget. When I was pregnant people said I’d forget everything and boy…I did. Now what is my excuse? Wait…where was I?
LAUGHING: you have been SO shy and coy with your laughing. All the other babies of Moms I talk to say their babies are laughing laughing laughing. And you on OCCASION give us a little hearty giggle or smile behind your fist in your mouth hiding from us. But when you do – oh my god – the three of us all can’t stop laughing. Currently when we say GOOGLE (geeks) and PEE PEE (just funny).
INCHING: you have been rolling on to your stomach from your back with such grace as of late that it’s like…whatever. The impressive thing you’ve started to do now is to scrunch your knees under and put your butt in the air inching your arms forward and grunting. You are clearly attempting to start your way towards crawling. It’s wild. What next? An allowance?!
SQUIRMING: you hardly ever sit still anymore because you want to go go go. There is no more relaxing strolls in the stroller or reading books in the bouncey chair or playing on the play mat, etc. When placed in those contraptions you arch your back and kick your legs and roll side to side and cry and fuss until we pick you up. You want up – and out! This is a little bit hard of a stage for me as your Mom I must confess because you are too big and heavy for a sling, too little to put your legs through the Ergo backpack if I carry you, etc. I don’t know – it’s a little hard to get stuff done I have to say but hey. I love you just the way you are.
FOOD/DRINK: You are still breastfeeding. Now when you drink for a few minutes you pull away violently and milk spurts and you look around and often babble and then chomp back on just as violently as you came off. It’s sort of the ‘coffee talk’ of breastfeeding. You still think it is hilarious when we eat food and STARE at us and STARE at us as we chew. I occasionally give you a sip of water from my cup but not a lot – in fact – hardly a sip. You show such interest in it when I pour a cup for myself. Soon enough you’ll be eating corn dogs and drinking Bud Light just like Dad – hard to believe.
All for now. Off to make a squirrel sandwich.
xo
