My little one you are one today . . . as I write this. So my dream of handing you a book on your birthday . . . let’s try for Christmas. I’ll post your birthday post from my blog . . . when I get to October 18th! I love you!
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More . . . I’d like more of you please.
And you would like more cherries. You’ll eat anything so long as it contains cherries.
One day that tooth . . . that lone tooth . . .
Will extract the pit from the cherry as you sit alongside your daddy – both of you eating your favorite fruit.
Today was Aunt Nicole’s birthday . . . which meant Chick-Fil-A on your 243rd day of life.
Followed by a long nap.
And a pleasant family walk, with you in the Moby. See – I told you I would hold you more today!
I really should be in bed.
But I just got done nursing you . . . and that experience, like many prior to tonight, left me in awe.
I have a baby and that baby is you.
You hadn’t whimpered much. But I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to erupt into a howl. Your routine 11:30 ish PM snack.
I’ve almost given up going to bed until your snack. Especially when I have a good book laying beside my bed and your snuggly daddy beside me.
As I nursed you, those tiny hands . . . now so big yet still so tiny. Delicate. Perfect. Warm. Slightly moist from a warm house and I suspect a visit to your mouth.
When you were done drawing your milk and only latched on for comfort purposes, I stuck my pinkie in your mouth to break the suction and you nestled into my arm . . . perhaps hoping for a night’s rest.
Oh, how I longed to just hold you. But you are growing. You have been growing up since the day you entered this world. I really just want you to stay this age and yet I can’t wait to sit over a cuppa tea and daydream with you.
Not ready to lay you down in your crib where you sleep more peacefully, I nestled your head into my neck and feigned burping you. You wiggled. And you began that delightful thing you do with your mouth.
This thing that you do . . . and that people with dentures do. Yes. Sorry for the similarity. The difference is that when you open and close your mouth – it is cute. And it makes a delightful clicking noise.
I breathed in your sleepy smell . . . and realized how quickly you and your brothers were going up. I yearn to write in their journals when the sun comes up . . . to remind myself and to tell them of all their accomplishments since the last time I wrote to them with a pen in my hand instead of a keyboard at my fingertips.
You cause me to slow down . . . to savor . . . to enjoy . . . . to remember and preserve those recollections.
And so I am. I did. All the while, you are laying on your pink minky sheet . . . arms spread out . . . hugging your sleep.
It made me think. I need to hold you more. Tomorrow I shall find a way.
So ends day 242 . . . really 243.
June 13 . . . more eating . . . umm . . . fermented sweet potatoes
June 14 . . .
June 15 . . . brings exploration
June 16 . . . your first sippy cup
June 17 . . .
June 18 . . . Your daddy picked your outfit out today . . . which I thought was appropriate considering it was Father’s Day.
June 19 . . .
You weren’t so happy with me . . .
June 20 . . . Nana and Mop’s anniversary . . . but you didn’t see them. They are on vacation.
June 9 brought a baby-wearing Grandma . . .
June 10 . . .
June 11 . . .
June 12 . . . a sad day . . . leaving Michigan . . .
I was just getting ready to feed you your new favorite food, green beans. But I decided it might be wise to take your picture prior to eating.
Because to compliment your green beans . . . cherries.
And you are modeling your new onsie from Organically Grown. I didn’t want to mess up such a cute shirt.
Thankfully it survived your meal. Your organic meal. How appropriate.
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| I innocently gave you some morning Tummy Time. Ruth decided to help. |
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| Ruth promptly received an "aught." She looked slightly offended. |
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| You didn't help matters, looking all cute and innocent. |
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| I guess you won. Or Ruth got tired of being disciplined. And so begins Day 227. |
