Lily!
You are growing too fast. You can stand up for short periods of time now without really leaning on anything, and you got up to a standing position yesterday with no help from us or furniture or the dog or anything! It was great. I am so proud of my standing-up baby. I am sure you will be walking in no time.
Speaking of standing...
You are getting big and strong. Soon, we will be able to talk to each other, rather than at each other. You blather on in your baby syllables now, occasionally getting a recognizable word out (dada, mama, up) and I will chatter back at you about my day, and how pretty and smart and strong you are getting. I can't wait to be able to talk with you, and for us both to understand and listen, because I have some things I want to teach you. Somewhere down on that list is how to STAND UP. Specifically, stand up for what you believe in. Stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. This can mean many things- don't bully, protect the weak, always tell the truth... it's such a vague concept, so I know I will be trying to teach it to you for the rest of my life. And I know, one day you will get it, and you will think, 'Thanks, Mom.' Well, I sure hope that's how it goes. I want to be the best possible influence I can be on you. The world doesn't have enough good people in it, so I want you to be one- a good, strong person who stands up for her beliefs, whatever they may be.
I love you little girl,
Mama!
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Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wigglebug
Dear Lillian,
You are 7 months old. No teeth yet, bald spot filling in, putting everything you find directly into your mouth. You learned to clap this week! And, for some obscure baby reason beyond my adult brain, you have decided you like to SHOUT. Not just anything, either- you like to continually shout 'DADA!'
Now, I know your first word was Mama, and I should be pleased with this... but I'd like for you to actually say it once in a while! It's like, once you learned how to say Dada, it became your favorite thing to say. Your father, of course, loves it.
Bath time is becoming your favorite time. We had been bathing you in a little pink newborn tub over the kitchen sink, but recently you became very interested in the kitchen sponges, dish soap, and other things a baby should not put in your mouth. So I bit the bullet, and filled up the big tub. You love it. Splash splash splash! It's great.
Currently, you are wiggling around at my feet. And I just want you to know, my little Wigglebug, how much I love you.
You are 7 months old. No teeth yet, bald spot filling in, putting everything you find directly into your mouth. You learned to clap this week! And, for some obscure baby reason beyond my adult brain, you have decided you like to SHOUT. Not just anything, either- you like to continually shout 'DADA!'
Now, I know your first word was Mama, and I should be pleased with this... but I'd like for you to actually say it once in a while! It's like, once you learned how to say Dada, it became your favorite thing to say. Your father, of course, loves it.
Bath time is becoming your favorite time. We had been bathing you in a little pink newborn tub over the kitchen sink, but recently you became very interested in the kitchen sponges, dish soap, and other things a baby should not put in your mouth. So I bit the bullet, and filled up the big tub. You love it. Splash splash splash! It's great.
Currently, you are wiggling around at my feet. And I just want you to know, my little Wigglebug, how much I love you.
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