Dear Grace,
Today you turned 8 MONTHS OLD. Somehow, when I was not looking, my precious little peanut turned into a beautiful 16 pound, 6 ounce, 26 inch long baby girl!
Today you are running a fever. It is the first time you have been sick. Your little cheeks are bright pink and your entire head is hot to the touch. We took you to the doctor's office for them to tell us that you have a viral infection. Every three hours we have to give you medicine.
I am amazed at how much you have grown in the last eight months. You can now sit up on your own. You have developed your own language of "ah", "ews", "ga", etc. I am really working hard on "Ma-ma" with you. One of these days, you will say it. And I will pass out.
Most nights you sleep through the night. But, you wiggle constantly. I come in your room in the morning to find your head in the top left corner of the bed. That is not where I left you!
Most mornings you have found your way out of the cover and your foot is in your mouth. Lately, your feet amuse you to no end. One day you discovered you could reach your toes with your hands. To you, this was the most wonderful thing EVER. Your hands would pull and pull on your toes and your heels. Then, shortly there after, you found your foot could reach your mouth. And OH THE MIRACLE. I put your socks and shoes on, and one by one, you remove them so that you can get your toes in your mouth.
We expect teeth from you at any moment. Some days your gums bother you and you give me this look, like "What is going on here and why aren't you stopping it?" Then you go right back to being the world's cutest baby.
I love to see strangers stare at you. The sight of you can put a smile on even the most serious of faces. Most people stop me, wherever we are, to tell me how beautiful you are. Occasionally one will say "he". It does not matter how much pink/purple you wear, some people see your little peach fuzz and assume BOY. I'm sorry. This is my fault. I did not have hear until I was, like, 3. I have a feeling that you will have a similar experience.
You love to watch the dogs. You grab everything in sight that you can reach, and Molly's hair is included. Unlike when I pull her hair during her combing, she LETS you. Guess what one of your first chores will be?
Every day with you is an incredible experience. You are learning so quickly, and I am constantly in awe of the wonder of which you see the world.
I love you very, very much.
Love forever,
Mama
9 comments:
Lovely letter to your daughter. She will treasure it her entire life.
Beautiful! Keep writing, mama!
Just stopping by from SITS to say hello - really enjoyed your letter to your daughter. Hope she got over the virus okay! I know I was always sick with worry when Darling Daughter was little and had a bug of some sort.
What a sweet letter! I hope she feels better soon :)
Stopping by from SITS to say hi! Awww, Congrats on your family! It sounds like your baby girl is adorable and sweet and loved so so much:)
Aw I love this.
This is so sweet. She will treasure this someday.
I had to laugh at this, I didn't have hair til I was like 3 either *L*
Awww!
That is so sweet. Your little girl is so adorable. And I love reading letters from mothers to their babies.
I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving!
have a great day!
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