Dear lil G,
FYI lil button ~ time flies when your havin fun! and MAN are we having a blast with you these days. There are no two ways about it ~ you are just funny. You love to tease us (and Willoughby), love to be tickled, chased and even teased with your food/sock monkey on occasion.
You've taken a real liking to your tunnel again. About 20 minutes before you crash for the night you get this sudden burst of energy. And get just goofy. The other night you must have crawled through your tunnel 40 times. Then towards the end you started hoarding toys inside it. I started to worry that i had a 6 year old on my hands who was going to fight me to sleep in her fort. Thankfully ~ you did settle down at some point and went easily to bed.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bed. Regardless of all those folks who insisted on telling us how to raise you and telling us that you SHOULD be sleeping through the night (despite not knowing a THING about breastfed children or our opposition to baby boot camp) You have finally, in your own time, taken to sleeping through the night. And this time its not just cause your sick ;) As wonderful as a full nights sleep is...i really miss you. THEN just to put salt in my gaping heart ~ you don't even want to co-sleep anymore! But if your happy ~ i'm happy. (i suppose)
You just capable of sooo much now:
~ You can hold a spoon and feed yourself.
Of course its a great big giant mess but the fact that the right end of the eating utensil goes into the proper hole in your face (80% of the time) astounds me. ~ You help me dress you each morning.
Of course you still haate diaper changes, you are willing to play along if (and only if) i promise to leave the diaper off while i take of your jammies and put on you tops & shoes AND if i let you suck your thumb through the process. Also, after one arm goes in your sleeve, you pop out your thumb and anticipate the next arms turn. I don't know why this cracks me up but it does. ~ Still chasing Willoughby through the house
~ Getting in and out...in and out...in and out and surfing on your rocker.
In theory you haven't seen your rocker yet b.c. its your present for your first birthday, but since its still in its unfinished stage ~ AND YOUR A BABY ~ i don't really see the harm.
Half of me is eagerly planning your first birthday picnic in the hundred acre woods ~ a tribute to a depressed lil donkey & a lil girl with enough joy for the whole world; while the other half of me wonders if we don't celebrate your birthday you might magically stay my lil baby girl forever. I know each stage of your life is going to be filled with more excitement and laughs than the previous, but the unknown is soo daunting when a perfect life smiles at you every morning.
suspending time,
mum mum mum mum mum mum
