Dear Baby Boy,
I would love, love, love it if you would wake up more often in the night. In fact, don’t nurse at all during the day. Save it all for the middle of the night. Mommy always wanted another baby, maybe we’ll just keep you a (newborn) baby for a while longer. I will gladly do cartwheels to your bedroom every 2 hours between the hours of 10pm and 6am. Weeee!
I love the fact that you are almost 10 months-old and you still spit up. I’m sure glad we didn’t toss all those nasty burp cloths and I’m quite positive that Allens is making bank off my orders. I’m glad you use the living room floor as your canvas… now we can finally get those hardwood floors we have always wanted. Can you start puking all over the couch, too?
Speaking of art, I just can’t get enough of the baby food mush on the walls, rug, kitchen table, and myself. I love what you do with the greens (peas) and oranges (carrots) and yellows (squash). You, my son, are quite talented. You paint with such enthusiasm! You are so passionate about your work. At least that’s what I imagine when you go all Ninja-style. I? blink, you? karate chop at the spoon or bowl. Bravo, my love. You will have your black belt in no time.
Also, I hear flip flops and tennis shoes now have a spot on the food pyramid. Phew. At least you get your daily dose of those.
and last but not least, keep thinking your a 2-year-old in a baby’s body. It does wonders on my back. I know you look up to your older brother and aspire to be just like him… maybe that’s why you both weigh 22 pounds. Oh. and I love it when you say “NO” to me when I ask you a question. You are just so smart! You little smarty pants.
Love,
Mama
PS I know that I feed, change, cuddle, and beck at your every call so go ahead and call me Da Da anytime. It melts my heart.
I’ve been called “maternal” since the day I could hold a baby doll. I’ve become a pregnancy, baby and parenting resource since having my first child almost 10 years ago. This is my blog and where I share my journey through parenthood with you.
That is priceless. And the photo? Beyond hilarious.
Best.Picture.Ever.
The man of many faces! He cracks me up!
The last line about "calling my dada"just about killed me. Loved this post! And the photo? really? Love!
I make that face at my husband all the time! Me and Goobie are like twinsies!
Hilarious. I think your son and my daughter are in cahoots.
I love your writing style! You were able to put me in your shoes and see life through your eyes! It felt like I was watching a movie… everything you said, I visualized in my brain! That's what makes it such a great story! Very funny! Oh, and LOVE that picture… it's worth a million words! Can't wait to see the rest of your blog!
That face! Oh that baby… I want to meet him and squishie his cheeks. But not at 4 in the morning. Don't envy you there.
He is adorable even with the "HUH?" face! What a great letter. Baby Boy will only say "Mama" so it's the hubs that's jealous on that one
Stef- He's an old man in a baby's body. Crack up!
Ginger- thanks, I agree. LOL
Jessie- He's laying on the floor panting like a dog right this very second. No joke.
Mary- It's the best when I get up with him after an eventful night and the first word out of his mouth? DADA! Thanks kid.
D- He loved you the second he met you and that was many many months ago.
Morgan- How old is she?
Melissa- thank you, new friend! You made my day
Natalie- you sure?
C- lucky. My kids flock to DADA. It's a good thing I love that man named DADA.