Showing posts with label Nadia 4 Months. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nadia 4 Months. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

4 Months

Dearest Nadia,

I am late writing this as usual, but I have a feeling you don't really mind. That's just the kind of gal you are, easy going, 100% forgiving and confident in our love for you.

You just got over your first major cold and you handled it like a trouper. You smiled and hardly fussed through the whole thing. You even lost your voice so when you tried to cry or talk in your cute little voice, all that came out was a very high pitched crackly sound, making you even cuter than normal.

I am finding myself more sentimental and emotional about your ever changing status, much more so than how I was with Lily. With Lily I was excited to see all the changes that were happening so fast and were totally brand new to us. People kept telling us that it's so sad how fast they grow up and we were a little confused because we were so fascinated with all of the new things she could do we wanted to see more and more. But now that I see how fast you children really do change, I find myself wanting to hold you back a little. I got all weepy when you grew out of your first size of Kushies diapers. They're just diapers I know, but it means you really are growing and changing and soon you'll be the toddler your sister is and not want to be held and snuggled as much as you do now. So I hold you close to me all night long, sleeping blissfully with you in my arms. I hold you close during the day, snuggled up warm and cozy in the Ergo carrier. And I save blurry fuzzy pictures of you because I don't want to ever forget certain faces you make.

You are 12lbs 5oz, rolling from your tummy to your back and starting to grab your feet. You love to stand but don't seem to be into jumping like Lily was, so you just stand in your Jolly Jumper and watch Lily jump on the floor in front of you. You love to be on your tummy and you hold hold your head up real high. You are a mad barfer and I don't think there is a day that goes by that I don't wander around with spit up on my shirts. You are entering the "only have eyes for mommy" stage and will stare and stare at me from across the room, melting my heart each and every time.

Forever yours,
Mumma