I'd say you're peacefully napping as I type this, but that would be a lie. You don't peacefully nap much anymore. In fact, that's probably the theme of the past month or so of your life. Naps suck. Naps are for babies, and you're quite obviously no longer a baby, so there's no need to nap. Just remember, what goes around, comes around, and I intend to wake you from every nap you try to take as a teenager. It's called karma, dear daughter of mine.
What you are doing as I type this is sucking away on your fist, and it sounds like you're trying to give yourself a hickey. From the moment you discovered your fingers a few weeks ago, you've been sucking on them constantly. One of your favorite new tricks is to try to stick your entire fist down your throat. Which makes you gag. Which makes me gag. Thanks, kiddo. One thing you should know about your mother is that I have a strong gag reflex. And you're not helping!
Your personality is really starting to shine through, and you make us laugh constantly. You love to smile and laugh, especially when we give you raspberries on your belly. And you love to talk. Just last night, I was talking to Grandma Jo on the phone and you must have been feeling a bit left out. So you started talking, talking, talking, and we just stopped talking in order to hear what you had to say. If we could translate baby-babble, you were probably telling us how to cure cancer. That's how serious you seemed about the whole thing.
In addition to talking, you are now trying to sing. You love it when I sing to you, which tells me, my poor dear, you're tone deaf. Typically, you join right in along with me, and it about makes my heart sing. You absolutely love "Rock-a-Bye Baby" and "This Old Man", but really anything will do. Which is good, because I often opt for one of my favorites, like "Baby Got Back" or "The Humpty Dance".You've gotten so strong this past month as well. You can nearly pull yourself into a sitting position when reclined on some pillows. You can pull yourself into a standing position, just by holding onto our fingers. You can even move your walker on the carpet a little. We thought our lives changed when you arrived, but I have a feeling the next few months are going to really show us what being parents is all about as we chase you around the house, trying to keep you out of everything.
One of the not-so-fun things this month has been the record number of blow-outs you've had! We've tried several brands of diapers and a few different sizes, and it really hasn't made a bit of difference. Fortunately, we've gotten a bit smarter and don't change you into a cute outfit in the morning until you've had your daily blow-out. But we're obviously not the smartest parents in the world, because you've still managed to ruin quite a few cute outfits. Good thing Grandma Jo has bought you three wardrobes in each size so you don't run out of clothes!
Despite the sleepless nights and exploding diapers, you bring immeasurable joy to our lives. Sometimes your daddy and I just sit and stare at you as you babble away and chew on your fists. We just cannot get enough of you. When I'm away from you, I will often pull up a picture or two of you, just to look at your beautiful face. When I'm with you, I kiss you over and over and over again, just to make sure you know how very much I love you. And I do, my little Lulu Bug, very, very much.I love you, Mommy
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