Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Nine Months
Dear Maren,
Last week you turned nine months old and you're constantly in motion. In July you were moving awkwardly across the floor using your whole body for traction. Like a worm. Now you've mastered the crawl. You can get from point a to point b in a flash. You can easily navigate a room while holding on to furniture or walls for support. Your favorite destinations are your toy basket in the living room, the computer in the office (where daddy let's you use the keyboard), and the kitchen where you gum the door knobs and pull towels off the oven.
Four weeks ago you cut your first teeth: two bottom teeth and two top teeth. Now you're working on your incisors. The first sign of the impending incisors was two nights ago when you decided you simply were not going to go to bed. It was six pm, your usual bedtime, and you just couldn't relax. You were soooo tired. Your eyes were half closed. Your head was bobbing up and down on my shoulder, but you just couldn't get comfortable. It took us 90 minutes of countless songs and constant bouncing until you finally sacked out. It's not like you to be fussy so we knew something was up. I searched the internet the next morning, felt your gums, and wah-la. Instant diagnosis. Teething.
You are so infatuated with Oliver right now. Whenever he's in your line of sight you chase after him in hopes of grasping a chunk of his golden fur. But he anticipates your approach and evades your attack. Last night he decided to turn the tables. I brought you into our bedroom at 4:00am because you were restless. You're usually asleep within two minutes of me setting you down. I knew I was in trouble the minute you caught sight of Oliver on our bed. You pulled yourself up into a standing position at the foot of the bed, eye to eye with Oliver, and started screaming with glee. And Oliver just sat there. Staring. Taunting you. At 4:00am. I remained laying motionless in bed for the next 20 minutes, praying that you would go back to sleep, that Oliver would lose interest in the tease. Your dad managed to sleep through the first ten minutes and then he rolled over to my side of the bed, took a look at you and Oliver, and started laughing. That's when I took you back to your room. And you fell asleep without another peep.
Being a mama is probably the hardest and most rewarding job I've ever had. I can't wait to see what's around the corner.
I love you, Maren.
Love,
Mama
Last week you turned nine months old and you're constantly in motion. In July you were moving awkwardly across the floor using your whole body for traction. Like a worm. Now you've mastered the crawl. You can get from point a to point b in a flash. You can easily navigate a room while holding on to furniture or walls for support. Your favorite destinations are your toy basket in the living room, the computer in the office (where daddy let's you use the keyboard), and the kitchen where you gum the door knobs and pull towels off the oven.
Four weeks ago you cut your first teeth: two bottom teeth and two top teeth. Now you're working on your incisors. The first sign of the impending incisors was two nights ago when you decided you simply were not going to go to bed. It was six pm, your usual bedtime, and you just couldn't relax. You were soooo tired. Your eyes were half closed. Your head was bobbing up and down on my shoulder, but you just couldn't get comfortable. It took us 90 minutes of countless songs and constant bouncing until you finally sacked out. It's not like you to be fussy so we knew something was up. I searched the internet the next morning, felt your gums, and wah-la. Instant diagnosis. Teething.
You are so infatuated with Oliver right now. Whenever he's in your line of sight you chase after him in hopes of grasping a chunk of his golden fur. But he anticipates your approach and evades your attack. Last night he decided to turn the tables. I brought you into our bedroom at 4:00am because you were restless. You're usually asleep within two minutes of me setting you down. I knew I was in trouble the minute you caught sight of Oliver on our bed. You pulled yourself up into a standing position at the foot of the bed, eye to eye with Oliver, and started screaming with glee. And Oliver just sat there. Staring. Taunting you. At 4:00am. I remained laying motionless in bed for the next 20 minutes, praying that you would go back to sleep, that Oliver would lose interest in the tease. Your dad managed to sleep through the first ten minutes and then he rolled over to my side of the bed, took a look at you and Oliver, and started laughing. That's when I took you back to your room. And you fell asleep without another peep. Being a mama is probably the hardest and most rewarding job I've ever had. I can't wait to see what's around the corner.
I love you, Maren.
Love,
Mama
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