Dear Emalyn,
ELEVEN down, one more to go to the big numero UNO.
You speed crawl. You scream high pitched blood-curdling shrieks. You prefer mommy and daddy’s food to your own. You arch your back and yell when you think you should have something your way. You LOVE the smokestack from your wooden train (which is missing right now, by the way. So if you would, please be like Quincy and pull it out mysteriously in a fit of play). Is that awful? I just asked you, my kid, to be like the dog….as long as all the train’s pieces are all intact, I suppose!
I’m planning your first birthday party, "Bugs and Blooms." It will be revealed the closer we get to the BIG DAY. I really like how things are going so far….we shall see how it all turns out!!
You have four teeth that you like to G-R-I-N-D. *I Cringe.* It is so loud Daddy and I can actually hear it across the room. We have a hard time handling it because it is like fingernails to a chalkboard, but we end up laughing about it. Ugh, I shiver to imagine the bone-on-bone sound as I write this….
Are you too young to be watching America’s Funniest Home Videos? Yes, I do know the answer to that is “yes.” However, you laugh at the people; especially the babies. I love to hear you laugh at it, like you truly understand why that show is funny. And you laugh at somewhat appropriate times. It precedes Extreme Home Makeover on Sunday nights, one of Mommy’s favorite shows. It may not be what I am supposed to do, but you really laugh. And you won’t get ADD from it, you’ll be just fine! We play enough outside now that the weather is so much warmer…MODERATION, I say!!
You will meet your uncle (mommy’s only brother/sibling) in May. He is a busy guy and couldn’t make it before now since he lives so far. I am sure you will like him, everyone always does.
So, mommy’s countdown begins. You’re big birthday will be here before I know it. I’m excited!
Love, your momma
Showing posts with label Emmy's Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emmy's Letters. Show all posts
Thursday, April 23
Monday, March 23
10 months
Dear little Emmy,
My little Irish girl! (You’re only a 1/8, but that’s still something!)
This last month held a lot of changes for you! I have to say you held up like a champ! Things have settled down some and your routine will pick back up….you thrive on routine, just like your momma and daddy. J So many happy days to come, as a result!
You got to go on your very first airplane ride to visit TX and your Grammy and Grampy. We had non stop flights, and you handled yourself so lovely, it caused me to contemplate flights in the not too distant future! Luckily we don’t really have anywhere we need to visit, so my plans will not come to fruition….And how silly I was thinking what a nightmare it would be! Not even close! Everyone marveled at how adorable you are. A lady even asked me your name and when I told her, she stopped and moment. Looked at me, then gasped, and said “Oooh, how pretty. And unique!” That made me feel good.
You’re now crawling, as well! Just in the nick of time (well, just before you turned ten months exactly that is)! It’s fun to see you churning those little legs and seeing exactly what they do and are all about. You like to pull yourself up too, we had to lower the crib mattress because we found you on your knees reaching for the extra nuks we leave sitting on the edge…..smarty that you are. A lot of babies do this pulling up thing earlier, but you love your swaddle and only recently started to sleep (sporadically) without it allowing more freedom of movement. I am sure climbing out of the crib will only come too soon!
We’ve gone to the zoo quite a few times and oh, can I tell how much you love the zoo. You look at all the animals and point to them and especially like watching the birds. I suppose the only part that you are hesitant about is the nocturnal portion of the tropical trail because it is so dark in there. Last time we saw all the baby farm animals and you loved the goats and sheep especially. Daddy and I fed them and you enjoyed all their noises.
You’re really getting just so big. It is hard to believe you will be walking soon and I won’t have to carry you as often. Life really is a gradual process of letting go isn’t it-and here I am just watching the first itty bitty stages of your gaining independence. Next thing I know, you’ll be asking for car keys and figuring out a major…..in the meantime, I will be just fine waiting patiently for those days to creep up in 18 years.
Love, your momma
My little Irish girl! (You’re only a 1/8, but that’s still something!)
This last month held a lot of changes for you! I have to say you held up like a champ! Things have settled down some and your routine will pick back up….you thrive on routine, just like your momma and daddy. J So many happy days to come, as a result!
You got to go on your very first airplane ride to visit TX and your Grammy and Grampy. We had non stop flights, and you handled yourself so lovely, it caused me to contemplate flights in the not too distant future! Luckily we don’t really have anywhere we need to visit, so my plans will not come to fruition….And how silly I was thinking what a nightmare it would be! Not even close! Everyone marveled at how adorable you are. A lady even asked me your name and when I told her, she stopped and moment. Looked at me, then gasped, and said “Oooh, how pretty. And unique!” That made me feel good.
You’re now crawling, as well! Just in the nick of time (well, just before you turned ten months exactly that is)! It’s fun to see you churning those little legs and seeing exactly what they do and are all about. You like to pull yourself up too, we had to lower the crib mattress because we found you on your knees reaching for the extra nuks we leave sitting on the edge…..smarty that you are. A lot of babies do this pulling up thing earlier, but you love your swaddle and only recently started to sleep (sporadically) without it allowing more freedom of movement. I am sure climbing out of the crib will only come too soon!
We’ve gone to the zoo quite a few times and oh, can I tell how much you love the zoo. You look at all the animals and point to them and especially like watching the birds. I suppose the only part that you are hesitant about is the nocturnal portion of the tropical trail because it is so dark in there. Last time we saw all the baby farm animals and you loved the goats and sheep especially. Daddy and I fed them and you enjoyed all their noises.
You’re really getting just so big. It is hard to believe you will be walking soon and I won’t have to carry you as often. Life really is a gradual process of letting go isn’t it-and here I am just watching the first itty bitty stages of your gaining independence. Next thing I know, you’ll be asking for car keys and figuring out a major…..in the meantime, I will be just fine waiting patiently for those days to creep up in 18 years.
Love, your momma
Monday, March 2
Long time...
Some friends of mine have actually said they were wondering what happened to me since I haven't posted in a while. Even my mom asked yesterday, "you haven't put up any new photos, have you?" Been a little busy. Let's leave it at that!
So, what I thought I would do, is post my "Emmy's Nine Month" letter so that one day she can look back and see what I was thinking (even if these thoughts are incoherent) at this point in her life. And so...
Dear Emmy,
You're already nine months. The same time it took for you to grow in my tummy, you have now been out in the world. You're 9 months of life has gone by so fast, and yet, that 9 months being pregnant, took SO LONG!
You're not crawling...yet. But, I think I am okay with that because I don't feel like childproofing the house. Ugh, too much work! I probably won't say that when the red glass vase shatters against the tile in front of the fireplace....I know, I know, Daddy and I will get to it very soon.
Ah, but YOU, you're as beautiful as ever and I think your eyes will stay that gorgeous gray-brown. I thought you lost them during your 7-8 months of life; you're eyes looked brown all the time! But, oh, no. They're breathtaking.
You have become quite energetic....peering every which way and trying to go in the way those eyes look. You may not crawl, but you lunge forward to check out anything and everything! We've started a game where every teeny thing you find on the carpet or couch, you pick it up, hand to me and I say a very enthusiastic, "Thank you!" It doesn't get old for you!!! Will you be my little clean freak? Momma was like that when she was just a little bit older than you. Maybe I should say, Momma was crazy perfectionistic rather than clean freak. However, some people would like to call that OCD. I'll pray you are none of the above....but I will pray you always try your best and hardest!
You are eating A LOT right now. I definitely have to say that Cain trait lives on in you. And you are so open to trying anything, and everything, anytime. Lord has blessed me with that. Or it could have just been I ate whatever I wanted when you were in the womb. Sorry, I wasn't going to stop having hot salsa just on account of you! You have formula most feedings, I wanted to nurse you longer, but working full time took that out of the picture. I'm okay with that now (only after a slight meltdown!), I wanted so badly to nurse you until you were one. But I know I did the best I could do--you'll still grow up to be beautiful, smart and healthy.
You say Mama. And Da. You've not said Ee-Nee very much anymore. But, maybe you are working on his actual name or the word "dog." We'll see. I love that you wave all the time-at anyone as well. I say "hi" (you wave). I say "bye" (you wave). And everyone thinks you are just so cute and sweet and happy and lovable. Seeing you grow makes my heart soar.
I love you Emmy, and I know that you love me. You tell me with your eyes. Then with your wide-open, wet mouth you decide to try to give kisses (though you don't know that's what they are). One day when you're screaming your fervent dislike of my decision, I will remember those eyes and how much they look at me and say you love me. There's nothing like it. And in that moment when my heart weighs a thousand pounds because I wish you would understand the decisions momma's have to make, I will wish I didn't wipe away that wet slobbery kiss when you were a baby.
love, your momma
So, what I thought I would do, is post my "Emmy's Nine Month" letter so that one day she can look back and see what I was thinking (even if these thoughts are incoherent) at this point in her life. And so...
Dear Emmy,
You're already nine months. The same time it took for you to grow in my tummy, you have now been out in the world. You're 9 months of life has gone by so fast, and yet, that 9 months being pregnant, took SO LONG!
You're not crawling...yet. But, I think I am okay with that because I don't feel like childproofing the house. Ugh, too much work! I probably won't say that when the red glass vase shatters against the tile in front of the fireplace....I know, I know, Daddy and I will get to it very soon.
Ah, but YOU, you're as beautiful as ever and I think your eyes will stay that gorgeous gray-brown. I thought you lost them during your 7-8 months of life; you're eyes looked brown all the time! But, oh, no. They're breathtaking.
You have become quite energetic....peering every which way and trying to go in the way those eyes look. You may not crawl, but you lunge forward to check out anything and everything! We've started a game where every teeny thing you find on the carpet or couch, you pick it up, hand to me and I say a very enthusiastic, "Thank you!" It doesn't get old for you!!! Will you be my little clean freak? Momma was like that when she was just a little bit older than you. Maybe I should say, Momma was crazy perfectionistic rather than clean freak. However, some people would like to call that OCD. I'll pray you are none of the above....but I will pray you always try your best and hardest!
You are eating A LOT right now. I definitely have to say that Cain trait lives on in you. And you are so open to trying anything, and everything, anytime. Lord has blessed me with that. Or it could have just been I ate whatever I wanted when you were in the womb. Sorry, I wasn't going to stop having hot salsa just on account of you! You have formula most feedings, I wanted to nurse you longer, but working full time took that out of the picture. I'm okay with that now (only after a slight meltdown!), I wanted so badly to nurse you until you were one. But I know I did the best I could do--you'll still grow up to be beautiful, smart and healthy.
You say Mama. And Da. You've not said Ee-Nee very much anymore. But, maybe you are working on his actual name or the word "dog." We'll see. I love that you wave all the time-at anyone as well. I say "hi" (you wave). I say "bye" (you wave). And everyone thinks you are just so cute and sweet and happy and lovable. Seeing you grow makes my heart soar.
I love you Emmy, and I know that you love me. You tell me with your eyes. Then with your wide-open, wet mouth you decide to try to give kisses (though you don't know that's what they are). One day when you're screaming your fervent dislike of my decision, I will remember those eyes and how much they look at me and say you love me. There's nothing like it. And in that moment when my heart weighs a thousand pounds because I wish you would understand the decisions momma's have to make, I will wish I didn't wipe away that wet slobbery kiss when you were a baby.
love, your momma
Wednesday, July 23
Dos Meses
Dear Emmy,
Two Whole Months! Really? I have to go back to work already?!! Really?!?!??
You started sleeeeepinnnnng the niiiiight!! I am singing because I feel rested. Thank you. Truly, thank you! The first time it happened though, I woke up around 5 or 6 in the morning with a horrible jolt and popped out of bed faster than anything, thinking “she’s dead!” Horribly morbid, I know, but I slept so hard and for so long, I didn’t think you had it in you! Oh but you do and now I know, you MUST be mine and daddy’s because we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE our sleep!
Grammy went home to TX a week or so ago. She helped us so much during your first weeks of life. I truly do not know how anyone can start out with their first child like
I am starting work part time (two weeks worth) and it is so hard to be away from you. I am lucky your daddy can stay home with you for a month…that makes me feel a lot better. Since you will be home longer than most kids, I feel like you’re going to have a stronger start than the other kiddos at daycare. I want so badly for you to be healthy and not suffer through ear infections and such. Too many kids have to get those nasty tubes. And it isn’t anyone’s fault; their little ear canals are just too small for the moco to drain properly. (I suppose I should take this time to tell you that I often use the Spanish words in lieu of the English words. Moco=mucus. Not a lot, but sometimes. I can’t help it.)
Te amo, nina. Mucho. Y un dia, soy que entiendes.
Love, your momma
Two Whole Months! Really? I have to go back to work already?!! Really?!?!??
You started sleeeeepinnnnng the niiiiight!! I am singing because I feel rested. Thank you. Truly, thank you! The first time it happened though, I woke up around 5 or 6 in the morning with a horrible jolt and popped out of bed faster than anything, thinking “she’s dead!” Horribly morbid, I know, but I slept so hard and for so long, I didn’t think you had it in you! Oh but you do and now I know, you MUST be mine and daddy’s because we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE our sleep!
Grammy went home to TX a week or so ago. She helped us so much during your first weeks of life. I truly do not know how anyone can start out with their first child like
I am starting work part time (two weeks worth) and it is so hard to be away from you. I am lucky your daddy can stay home with you for a month…that makes me feel a lot better. Since you will be home longer than most kids, I feel like you’re going to have a stronger start than the other kiddos at daycare. I want so badly for you to be healthy and not suffer through ear infections and such. Too many kids have to get those nasty tubes. And it isn’t anyone’s fault; their little ear canals are just too small for the moco to drain properly. (I suppose I should take this time to tell you that I often use the Spanish words in lieu of the English words. Moco=mucus. Not a lot, but sometimes. I can’t help it.)
Te amo, nina. Mucho. Y un dia, soy que entiendes.
Love, your momma
Monday, June 23
1 month
Dearest Emalyn,
We’ve had you one whole month. I think I learned more this month than any other month I have lived in my life. Man, talk about a fast learning curve. We’re nursing and you are a champ at it. Hungry, Hungry Hippo should be your nickname!
You haven’t been to church yet….next week will be the first time. I think everyone is going to love you….or at least all that hair you have on your head!
Daddy says you smile, but I don’t believe it. They always say "It's gas!" There are times after you nurse that the ends of your mouth curve into this sweet little smile as if to say, “thanks.” I want it to be a smile, but I have a hard time beliveing that it can happen so soon!
Soooooo….just curious if you plan on starting to sleep the night anytime soon….momma is dying! DYING from lack of sleep. I mean, it’s not that 4 hours isn’t good enough, your momma just likes A LOT of sleep. Please? Think you can give it a try one night? Maybe….? J
Love, your momma
We’ve had you one whole month. I think I learned more this month than any other month I have lived in my life. Man, talk about a fast learning curve. We’re nursing and you are a champ at it. Hungry, Hungry Hippo should be your nickname!
You haven’t been to church yet….next week will be the first time. I think everyone is going to love you….or at least all that hair you have on your head!
Daddy says you smile, but I don’t believe it. They always say "It's gas!" There are times after you nurse that the ends of your mouth curve into this sweet little smile as if to say, “thanks.” I want it to be a smile, but I have a hard time beliveing that it can happen so soon!
Soooooo….just curious if you plan on starting to sleep the night anytime soon….momma is dying! DYING from lack of sleep. I mean, it’s not that 4 hours isn’t good enough, your momma just likes A LOT of sleep. Please? Think you can give it a try one night? Maybe….? J
Love, your momma
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