Dear LBK,
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| Four days old |
It seems like just yesterday we brought you home from the hospital. The time has gone by so fast. The last six months feel like a dream, but here you are, seventeen pounds of adorable, pudgy proof that it’s all real. And we couldn’t be happier.
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| One month old |
I remember the first time you smiled at me. You were eight weeks old, sitting on my lap in mommy and daddy’s bed, playing with George the Giraffe. I kissed the bottom of one of your little feet, and your first smile crossed your face and my heart.
I remember your first laugh out loud. You were ten weeks old, and we had just arrived at Lake Tahoe for our first vacation. Daddy ran into the grocery store while you and I waited in the car and sang silly songs. I got to the “Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la” part of “If I Had the Strength of a Pioneer” when a big, gummy smile spread across your face, your little belly shook, and that first giggle escaped your lips. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.
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| Two months old |
I remember the first time you rolled over all by yourself. You were almost four months old, and we just returned from visiting family in Michigan. We were playing in the floor practicing tummy-time, and you rolled onto your back. You managed to roll the other way just a few days later. Now you roll all the way across the room, and we can’t leave you alone for one second. You see what you want, and you go after it.
I have loved watching you grow and change, and I feel so blessed to have been there for these special moments. What will be next? A tooth? Sitting up all by yourself? The beginnings of a crawl? Every day is full of surprises.
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| Three months old |
Seeing the world through your eyes has been incredible. Lately, you’re all about hands. You love it when I wiggle my fingers in front of you and count them off – one, two, three, four, five. You smile and follow my fingers with your eyes. You stare at your own hands, in awe of what they can do.
And feet are also lots of fun these days. Diaper and clothes changes take a bit longer now because you’re constantly putting your feet in your mouth. Apparently toes are for chewing.
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| Four months old |
You’ve found your voice! You love the sounds you can make and often surprise yourself (and me!) with how loud you can be. Your coos come in multiple syllables and octaves, and I listen intently while you tell me all about your day. We have great conversations all day long.
Some days I think you may skip sitting and crawling altogether and go straight to walking. You stand up tall while Mommy and Daddy hold on to you just enough to help you balance, and your strong legs hold you up really well. You’re quite proud of yourself.
Daddy and I are proud of you, too, sweetie. You’re all we talk about, think about. When you’re finally asleep, we lie in bed and look at photos of you. We gush about how adorable you are, how you’re the cutest baby on the planet. We dream about your future and what kind of man you will grow up to be.
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| Five months old |
For now, I am enjoying every second with you, trying to capture each smile, laugh and coo and turn it into a memory. I do this because I know the next six months will go by just as fast. So if I hold you a little too long sometimes, or give you a few extra kisses before bed, it’s just because I want to keep my LBK as long as I can.
I love you,
Mommy
Mommy
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| Six months old |
