dear baby,
and now…waving “bye bye”…
that’s just ironic…
right?
very sincerely,
me (still spinnin’)
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dear baby,
over the past 7½ minutes (or so) you’ve…
- sprouted four new pearlies…
- learned to clap those two gloriously chubba-fingered fists…
- mastered getting up onto and down off of that cutie caboose…
- started synchronizing…one hand…one knee…one hand…crawling…
- hoisted yourself up onto those delicious “little” drumsticks…
- and decided which ivy league you want to attend come fall…
i don’t think you’re obeying me…
very sincerely,
me (your spinnin’-headed mama)
“these thighs…cry every night for you!”
dear baby,
as you’ve gained in months, more have asked, “is he sleeping through the night, yet?”
and as each night crept…and you called out…i began to feel pressed…
but your sweet daddy said, “he’s your last one…you’ll regret rushing this…”
~ just love, love, lovin’ that daddy ~
so if you’re not ready…that’s just fine…
‘cause i’m not ready either.
and if i could…i’d go back…
and i’d get right up…and step into that dark…and reach right down, feeling for your brothers’ and sisters’ warm, squishy little bodies…
and i’d snatch them right up…if only one more time…and snuggle right down with them…
if only i could…
i’d forget the rushing…the urgency for “schedules” and “standards”…
‘cause time’s growing you all up fast enough…
and how i wish i hadn’t helped it along so much!
so, so thankful for you…our little eighth chance!
very sincerely,
me (your contented sleepy mama)
dear birthday baby,
happy 9-months!
so…this means you’ve been out every bit as long as you were in…
seriously?!?
i give up…i simply cannot grasp this time thing!
goin’ too, too fast…
but even worse…to me…you’ve been lookin’ more and more like a 1-year-old…
growin’ too, too fast!
so i weighed and measured and checked…
and yep…
exactly the same as your “substantial” older brother was…at 1-year-old!
22 pounds…12 ounces…29¼ inches tall…and every bit as cute!
but seriously, now…
stop!
very sincerely,
me (you know who)
p.s.
thanks for the unbirthday present! leanin’ in…lookin’ right deep…and sayin’, “mmm…mom!”
– alex’s image
the p-town theatre troupe
– presents –
MY LIFE
– cast of characters –
honey……………………………..the provider of things………………………………jason
darc………………………………the washer of the things….………………………..darcie
i’ya………………………………………..the guitarist……………………………………….alex
emmie…………………………………….the knitter………………….………………….emma
hannah-girl………………………………the artist.……………………………………hannah
clairie…………………………………..the bookworm…………….……………………..claire
bits………………………………………….the giggler…………………………………elisabeth
jack……………………………………..the ear-bender…………………………………….john
will………………………………………the lisp-bearer………………………………..william
baby…………………………………………the chub…………………………………………eian
shows daily!
2×4
– hannah’s image
dear baby,
last night, your nursings were all wonky…
after you nursed again at 5:30, i laid you back down…hoping you’d squeeze in a smidge more sleep before the rest of the house began to wake…
you protested for a bit, but finally drifted off…
at around 7:00, daddy sneaked out of bed and brought me some medicine for that headache that just wouldn’t let me go…
and i curled back up, waiting for relief…and watched you sleep…
your little fists rested above your peach-fuzzed head and your chubba fingers twitched…
your fringed eyelids danced…
that one propped-up knee swayed…back and forth…back and forth…
your back arched…stretched…then relaxed as a sigh escaped your lips…
then that little tongue started to dance…milky dreams playing behind those heavy lids…
and all at once…a knee-swaying, back-arching, chubby-fist-rubbing-the-eye stretch combination!
bear-bear and i watched…rapt…for over an hour…
eight babies…and i’ve never just done this?!?
what sweet heavenliness could possibly happen next?
and then…
flashing dreamy grins!
heavenly!
finally…one all-over stretch…and blink, blink, blink…
two baby blues looking into mine…
then a dimple-pierced grin…
and i jumped up to grab you…us snuggling right down into that cozy bed daddy made for me…you eye-smiling at me as you nursed…
that one chubba finger playing with the ring he gave me so long ago…it finally reaching up and touching my lips for those kisses it always finds there…
and me fighting back happy, happy tears…
then my fingers found that tickley spot under all those chins…and that blissful belly-giggle rumbled up from way down deep…
and those two sisters heard it…the ones who always vie for you first thing in the morning…and they suddenly appeared, exclaiming, “you slept so long!”
and just like that…they whisked you away…
and just like that…the day began…
that medicine never truly bringing relief…
and me…never more grateful for a headache in all my life!
very sincerely,
me (your ever-so-grateful mama)
seriously?
dear colic,
man…you really sucked!
the first three months of baby’s life are a blur of fussing, crying and time spent curled up in the fetal position…
and you were no cakewalk for him either!
but, boy…once we kicked you to the curb…just look what happened…
that? that’s one happy baby right there!
smiley, squishy and utterly chubbalicious!
colic? what colic?
we are so over you!
very sincerely,
me
– hannah’s image