Let them be little, cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day.
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle,
Oh, just let them be little.
-Lonestar
Hi Punkin,
This is probably the first monthly letter to you that I’ve struggled to write. In the past it’s been so easy to ramble about fighting for what you want, having faith in the unknown and dreaming big. But today? Today I think I just want to beg you or beg God or beg Father Time to just slow down.
You’ve changed so much. Especially in what seems like the just the last few weeks. You’re so … mobile. And funny. And stubborn. And you’re growing hair. You don’t sit still. Ever. People ask me if you sit up by yourself yet and I guess I have to say, “not quite,” but actually I think you could if you would just sit still. But as soon as you get set up, you see something across the room or next to you that you must have, right this very second, and you go for it. Toppling over in the process.
Your personality is really starting to show, little one. And like your parents, I’m afraid you have a stubborn streak. If I want you to eat 10 minutes before your bedtime bottle, you flat out refuse. Pinching your lips so tightly together and shaking your head from side to side so that getting a bottle in your mouth is impossible. If I want you to nap…. well… some day we’ll talk about your napping habits. Suffice it to say for now that you’re not so much a fan of napping (although *knock on wood* I think you’re getting a little better.)
The weather has finally started to get better and we’ve been able to take you out for walks. Some days you like being all snug in the car seat/stroller. Other days you want nothing to do with that but the second we strap you to Daddy’s chest in the Baby Bjorn, you’re all giggles, squeals and babbles. I look at you, arms waving, mouth running and I think, wow. It seems like yesterday I was walking you around this neighborhood as a newborn. My steps were so careful because I was scared of jarring you. Then I would bring you home and we would snuggle up on the couch together. I miss those moments.
Sometimes I think that I wish your life away. I can’t wait to see your first steps or hear you say “momma”. I want to push you on the swing and see you take your first swim in the pool. I want to sit you at the counter and make cookies and wipe the cookie dough off of your face. I want to hear about your school day and fight about what you’re going to wear. But, baby girl, we have so much time for all of that. Please don’t grow up too quickly. I’m not ready yet.
Mommy and Daddy love you, sweet girl. Happy(6-month) birthday.
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So sweet. Pretty sure I cried.
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