Letters to my daughter

Dear Boogs, Baby Girl, Sweet Caroline,

Do you know how happy you make me? Only you could wake me up at FIVE AM EVERY SINGLE DAY and still warrant a genuine smile in the midst of a sleepy fog.

This is such an awesome age because we are really getting to see your personality. Whenever we take you to a new place, or are around new people, you take it all in. You study each new face and the new environment with such intensity that our only conclusion is that you are Mensa-smart.

I’ve only heard you giggle a handful of times but OMG That Sound. I have never heard a sweeter sound. I think your dad has collected some pretty incriminating videos of me searching for the trigger that will reward us with your laugh.

You are fast becoming Daddy’s girl. Every time he enters the room you can’t smile big enough for him. Every limb flails in excitement. You’ll even look at me as if to say “Do you see? Dad is here!!!”  My response is usually, "I know, he's pretty awesome."

Right now you’re method of transportation is rolling. I’m not sure you’re very interested in crawling considering rolling gets you where you need to go.

You’ve also discovered Sammy. You study her paws when she’s sleeping, try to catch the wagging tail when she’s waiting for crumbs and even encourage her to lick your face – much to my chagrin.

While you only notice the cat in passing, he has discovered how much he likes your baby food. Without fail, he can be found close by during mealtime.

Last night you started to cry when I left the room. I turned around and you smiled big at me. I think I'm in trouble as you are starting to learn how to manipulate your momma. Man time flies but I'm having so much fun with you.

I love you,
The Momma