Well, brrrrrsssszzzrrrrrrsssszzzzrrr to you, too! Your new skill and absolute favorite thing to do is blow raspberries and make a drooly, bubbly mess. Since Daddy and I think it’s about the funniest thing we’ve ever seen, we crack up when you do it, and I think you’ve learned your first baby trick. Of course the only time you won’t do it is when I have a video camera nearby.
I did have a camera rolling on you for another project, and everyone who watches it says they were much more interested in your dancing than anything I was saying. Upstaged already!
You’re also starting to erupt with giggles, especially when we play “where’s the baby?” in the mirror. And we’re getting daily smiles, especially when you shake, rattle and roll your favorite toy.
I’m not yet sure what color your eyes will be, but they are definitely changing. Still blue, but I see a bit of hazel or brown peeking through. It’s funny because your eyebrows and eyelashes are still so fair, so your eyes really pop. If I can get past your cheeks and perfect pout, that is.
You’re still nursing like a champ, but you’re so much more active. You have to grab onto something, so I’ve started wearing a teething necklace that your Uncle Andrew got us. When I forget it, you pull my collar as a stand-in. Or my hair. OUCH!
Daycare is still going well, despite a few bumpy days for Mom. You’re growing so quickly that even your teachers have to laugh — pants that fit two weeks ago are now dangerously close to becoming capris or shorts (yikes).
And you bring home artwork almost every day. I think you may already have a talent like your artist Daddy.
We took you to an outdoor festival last weekend and you were awesome. There was so much to see and smell and listen to, but you held it together in the stroller and later in my carrier. It helped that there was an awesome changing and nursing station set up.
I tried to get a kilt for, but came up a little short. Oh well — you looked adorable as always!
Your sleeping patterns are starting to change, and I’m wondering if we’re putting you to bed too late. I got your new monitor in the mail this week so I guess it’s time to make some adjustments. Sweet girl, if I could sleep next to you for the rest of your life, I would. But you’re getting to big a big girl and I know this is not the last time I’ll have to give you some independence.
(Thanks, Auntie Mink Flamingos, for the picture!)
My sweetness…my love…you have no idea how you have changed my life.