Wishes

Dear Claire,

You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I try to think back to the days before you were born and it's hard to remember what it was like before you. You light up my world. Of course, there are days you frustrate me to no end; but there are also days when you make me smile, laugh, giggle, and grin because of your determination to try new things and move. You keep trying to crawl... and you keep going backwards, complaining the whole way. It's like you are saying, "What in the heck? This is NOT what I'm trying to do. I want to go forwards! Why are my legs and hands taking me the other way?" It's simply hilarious to watch. Your father and I are always amused to watch these antics.

Daddy has been standing behind you, pushing against your back legs so you learn how to crawl forward; however, this still hasn't happened yet in any shape or form. We'll see if it happens any time soon. I'm not too convinced, but maybe you'll prove me wrong!

I look forward to the days when you can tell me exactly what you want; it is still sometimes difficult to decipher your needs. I think, though, overall, we've got a system down. We've definitely got a routine that you seem to enjoy. Although, you waking up this morning at 12:45, and then for good at 4:30am is not routine! Dear child, please do not continue doing this. I love you, but this is just not fair! You sleep through the night reliably. And mommy and daddy deserve their sleep after the first few months of sleeplessness because of you, sweetheart! Give us our sleep!

Daddy is working really hard during the days to take care of us. I work really hard during the day to take care of you. We both love you and look forward to every minute, hour, day, week, and year with your sweet face.

Picture Perfect

I realized last night how deep my love for you has grown. Your daddy noticed I'd put your professional pictures up on the wall last night. He commented on how beautiful you were. I looked up at them, smiled, and had this overwhelming feeling of commitment-love-determination... I'm not exactly sure what to call it, but I felt it. I felt commitment because of all the time we have put in together, growing you so far already - 5 months! I felt determination because of how much I still want you to see and do by my side. And I felt love because of that feeling deep inside of me that rises to the surface when I think of everything you mean to your father and I. It's an overwhelming feeling of fullness - my cup runneth over. I am so blessed.

Right now, you are crying in the other room because I'm not entertaining you. I apologize now, but you will not remember it the moment I walk back in there. I will be greeted with a toothless, gummy grin and you will forget all the anger and hurt. I wish things could be solved this way in real life. It would make everything so much simpler.

Rolling, rolling, rolling...

So you've got it figured out. You can now roll from your belly to your back and your back to your belly. You did belly to back two months ago, but you just did back to belly. It was such a sight. Your arm flailing (a leg flailing too!), you waved and kicked yourself over. When you got over, you seemed a little surprised and your head hit the ground with a slight thunk. And then you screamed into the ground a little. We flipped you back over and you did it again. And then again. You definitely have it down!

We got pictures of you in your Halloween costume. You have to be the cutest, puffy, white kitty cat around.



















Daddy and Mommy bought you a doorway jumper this weekend. You love turning yourself around in circles! Although, I think that's partially because you list to the side and end up with a lot of weight on one foot. You really enjoy chewing on the circular band that runs around the edge.








I love you, munchkin. Every day, I look forward to your smile and your laugh. I am so blessed.

A little thing called Envy (and love)

Yes, I have it. I recognize other people receiving those precious smiles, those gurgling coos. When you laugh at something your grandmother does, I get so irritated inside; why wasn't I the one who got that giggle from doing the exact same thing ten minutes earlier?

My favorite time of day is first thing in the morning. When I walk in your room and smile down in your crib; you light up like it's Christmas morning. The biggest toothless grin I ever have seen and it warms me deep down into my core. I treasure and I jealously guard that time. I don't like sharing it. It's my only time to see you love me so purely, before your boredom with me sets in.

I am taken for granted. I am Mom. I will be there for everything, but will receive only small kindnesses in return. I'm not angry, I understand the situation. Your grandmother is a novelty to you; a state fair joy ride of sorts. She comes and goes like seasons. Whereas I am the field where that state fair borrows space. I'll always be there, changing my location only to allow other people to interlope and intercept those cries of joy and coos and giggles of pleasure and wonder. But I will always be there, even when you think I'm gone or unaware. I will always be your mother, and you can always find me in that field. I love you.

Sleeping Through the Night?

You slept so long last night that I woke up concerned at 5:11 this morning. Have we turned over a new leaf? Have we officially started the big "Sleeping Through the Night?" I guess we'll find out tonight if it was a fluke or not. All I know is that your father was very happy you did that - he got out of the "crappy" feeding you usually have at 3:45 every morning. You slept until 7:15 this morning. How exciting!

You've been a whole different baby personality-wise the last week or so. You've started licking things: your lips, the Baby Bjorn, your rattle. You have also been talking to anything out there that will listen! You babble incessantly in the carrier, on the changing table, and at night you are a chatty Cathy! We must be hearing about your day and all your interests so far, but I have yet to decipher the foreign language known as "baby-ese."

Your curiosity seems to know no bounds. We see you staring at everything around you - especially on walks. You love to look at the light coming through the trees and at the different people who pass us by on the sidewalk. You are mesmerized by your toys: that little caterpillar rattle is your best friend. You grab at it and stare like it's the awesomest thing in the world. You are entertained forever with it.

You are waking up from your midmorning nap. You have that nap and a small midafternoon nap. Occasionally, you cat nap around 6pm at night.

I guess we'll see what tonight brings us... hopefully another "Sleep Through the Night!"

The Barrel Rocker

I looked at the little barrel rocker last night that my Grampie made for me when I was a baby. The craftsmanship is amazing. Dark wood cask shaped into a little chair perfect for little bottoms. I'm going to take pictures of you in it, getting bigger and bigger as each week passes.

I can't believe how big you've already gotten. I call you "My Little Munchkin," but you are so much bigger than you were 11 weeks ago when we brought you home from the hospital. It's still hard for me to grasp that you are here; I keep thinking I'll wake up from this fantasy(which is admittedly rather less fantasy and more torture at times), and you'll still be in my belly, kicking and hiccuping away.

It brought tears to my eyes this weekend - you rolled over! You pushed off of your little belly and got to your side. Then, kicking and grunting and a little bit of screeching, you knocked yourself onto your back. Daddy got to see it because I yelled for him to come right away and just as he got in the room, you did it.

As Autumn starts to creep in, with the leaves changing on a few different trees around us, I look forward to all these little milestones you are going to accomplish with the slight tinge of regret. I'm going to hold you as much as I can now, because you are already showing us that you are growing up so fast.

You're becoming such a big girl already. I hope I'm ready for it.

2 Month Vaccination Day

The Pediatrician visit actually went really well; Claire was really in a good mood and handled all the poking and prodding. We asked about the red spot. It's a hemangioma, and it'll get a little bigger, but hopefully go away by age 3. Here are the stats:

Weight: 11 lbs, 8 oz - 75th percentile (woot)
Length: 23 3/4 inches - 90th percentile (wow!)

I've got a big baby girl! We're so happy with it! Bryce had to be reassured: she is not being overfed. It's okay that her rolls have rolls!

The shots were less than fun, but actually it was pretty funny in a sick humor kind of way. Claire was just burbling along, took the oral rotavirus and attempted to spit some out, but most of it went in. She was just staring around and then "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Her face was all screwed up and purple. The shots took all of one second because the nurse was so fast, but, man, Claire let the world know she was p-i-s-s-e-d. It was pretty hilarious the change from content baby to freaked out and angry at the world baby. I couldn't stop giggling. And once she had her bottle, she didn't care, either.

She was pretty fussy the rest of the day, but we just gave her oral Infant Tylenol and she slept fitfully that afternoon. Wouldn't let us put her down at all until bedtime that night.