Camden,
Time is flying by. With each passing day, you're becoming more alert and aware. You're growing up! And while I'm ridiculously thrilled and proud every time you reach a new milestone, I'm also acutely aware that each new milestone is one step further away from the newborn phase. And I want to make sure I'm remembering everything-- really soaking it all in-- before I turn around one day and you're heading out the door on your way to kindergarten.
My favorite things about you during these first 7 weeks:
-Your SMILE. I adore it. It doesn't matter what time of day (or night) it is, or what kind of mood I'm in-- just flash me that gummy smile and all is right with the world again.
-Your sounds. You have started to coo, and scream, and make all kinds of other unidentifiable noises just because you like to hear yourself.
-The way you look when you're sleeping. Sometimes your lips are puckered as if you're about to receive a kiss. Sometimes you smile. Sometimes your bottom lip sticks out and you wimper (during those times, I assume you're dreaming about being denied booby). All of the time, you look precious.
-The way your body curls up against mine when you're asleep on my chest.
-Your gas! Not the uncomfortable gas that makes you squirmy and red-faced and grunty. I don't like that much at all. But it's hilarious that when you do pass gas, it sounds like it came out of the body of a 300 pound man instead of a tiny, perfect baby. And you always look so innocent afterwards, like you're thinking that maybe if you just play it cool, your Daddy and I won't know where that explosion came from.
-The way that, when we're napping together and you start to stir, all I have to do is press my lips against your forehead so you can feel my breathing and you immediately relax.
-The way you study my face. Your focus is so intense sometimes that you go cross-eyed.
-Your chubby belly. Your tiny feet with the middle toes that are longer than the rest. The birthmark on your wrist. Your beautiful blue eyes. Your patchy blonde hair. The way your ear folds over just like your Mommy's.
I know eventually 7 weeks will turn into 7 months and then 7 years. And there's so much I'm excited to see you learn and experience as you grow. But for now:
"The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up,
as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
I love you,
Mommy
5 comments:
I LOVE that quote at the end...where did you get it?
Mandy- I saw it on someone else's blog and then googled it. It says the author is unknown. The poem is longer than the verse I posted. It's sweet, isn't it?
This was such a sweet letter Kerri. I want to treasure every moment and detail as well. It's going by so fast even though it seems like this sleepless stage will last forever. I want to cherish even the challenging parts! Thanks for posting this.
Well said. Time does fly. One day you will be where I am. I know you are treasuring every minute. It's unbelievable how much you can love someone isn't it?
Such a sweet letter. It's so good to write these things down (and take pictures, of course) so you always remember. You think you won't forget, but you'd be surprised. It's so cliche, but so true, that this time goes by SO FAST. Soak in every moment you can. That poem is right on. The other stuff can wait.
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