At 9 weeks

Feb 26, 2012 23:50




Hello
Originally uploaded by KatletDear Miriam,

I will do my best not to be as late with these monthly letters as I have been with this one. My intentions and my actions don't always match up, but I want you to know - my tardiness only speaks about me, never about you or how I feel about you.

I can't believe you are already two months old. It feels both like you just joined the family thirty seconds ago, and like you have always been here with us. I am so happy that you are here.

You're smiling already - and have been for a couple of weeks now. You tend to be serious, so when you do smile, it feels like a triumph. You also try so hard to talk, concentrating and working with all of your being. You have a lot to say already, even though all I hear so far is 'goo' and 'agaa'.

You have very definite likes and dislikes and you don't hesitate to let us know. You like the Wiggles and Yo Gabba Gabba (thanks to Tai), baths, boobs, and sleeping. You especially like your brother. You don't like having gas (but who does?), or getting your clothes changed, or having a stuffy nose. You like it when I nom on your delicious body, when I play the buzzy bee game with you, when either your Daddy or I are holding you close. You don't like sitting in your car seat, unless we are going somewhere. Immediately.

You look so much like Tai when he was your age. Everyone comments on it. If you understand, you are probably tired of hearing it. But you are clearly your own girl - and I can't wait to see who that girl is. Your Grandma is already imagining - you are more intense and reactive than Tai. She thinks you are going to be a writer, since you try so hard to communicate.

You've been to the desert to meet your uncle and cousin and you've been out on several date nights (making quite a good impression at both 21st Amendment and Greens). You've met your Mimi and Popa.

You are 12 pounds and have the most adorable cheeks and dimple. We are only getting to know each other, but I am already in love.

Love always,
Your Momma

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