Love letter from Mom (again!)
Dear Margo,
Today you are two months old. We celebrated by taking you to meet your family doctor so that you could get imunized against all sorts of mean diseases. Remember, they're mean, and the shots are your friendly warriors. They will protect you. (I had to remind myself of this a few times). You were shocked by the first one, but you didn't cry. Shots number 2 and three were a different story, and you screamed like hell and turned a lovely shade of red. Your lungs work very well, honey. I only cried a little bit, and even now, at the thought of seeing you cry like that, I only tear up a bit. I'm tough, you know. *sniff*
The nurse provided you with very nice
bandages for your battle scars. I didn't realise that My Little Pony still rated in the toy world, but here she is.
What can I say about this last month that hasn't been said? You and I have spent alot of time together, precious time that I don't for an instant take for granted.
A few things about you: you are smiliest first thing in the morning, and you wake up quietly. You rarely cry first thing in the morning, and you love some QT in your co-sleeper to look at your mobile, so I can have a shower (thank you!). Your happiest place in the whole house just might be the top of your change table, where your dad and I can generally coax a smile out of you with no trouble at all. What can I say? Good things happen up there. Nothing like a dry, clean diaper to make the day brighter, hey kid?
You love to look into my eyes, and even the eyes of strangers. People are constantly commenting on how much you follow them around with your eyes. On the bus today, you gazed into the eyes of Emily for half the ride home. I think you were thanking her for the Reiki love she sent your way during your shots (Thanks, E!).
Since having you, I've thought long and hard about what kind of person I wish you to be. I think that the answer is actually very simple. I want you to be a happy, loving person who looks at the world with open eyes and an open heart. I think we're halfway there.
Happy two months, sweetheart. Don't grow up too fast.
Love, Mom.
Today you are two months old. We celebrated by taking you to meet your family doctor so that you could get imunized against all sorts of mean diseases. Remember, they're mean, and the shots are your friendly warriors. They will protect you. (I had to remind myself of this a few times). You were shocked by the first one, but you didn't cry. Shots number 2 and three were a different story, and you screamed like hell and turned a lovely shade of red. Your lungs work very well, honey. I only cried a little bit, and even now, at the thought of seeing you cry like that, I only tear up a bit. I'm tough, you know. *sniff*
The nurse provided you with very nice
bandages for your battle scars. I didn't realise that My Little Pony still rated in the toy world, but here she is.
What can I say about this last month that hasn't been said? You and I have spent alot of time together, precious time that I don't for an instant take for granted.
A few things about you: you are smiliest first thing in the morning, and you wake up quietly. You rarely cry first thing in the morning, and you love some QT in your co-sleeper to look at your mobile, so I can have a shower (thank you!). Your happiest place in the whole house just might be the top of your change table, where your dad and I can generally coax a smile out of you with no trouble at all. What can I say? Good things happen up there. Nothing like a dry, clean diaper to make the day brighter, hey kid?
You love to look into my eyes, and even the eyes of strangers. People are constantly commenting on how much you follow them around with your eyes. On the bus today, you gazed into the eyes of Emily for half the ride home. I think you were thanking her for the Reiki love she sent your way during your shots (Thanks, E!).
Since having you, I've thought long and hard about what kind of person I wish you to be. I think that the answer is actually very simple. I want you to be a happy, loving person who looks at the world with open eyes and an open heart. I think we're halfway there.Happy two months, sweetheart. Don't grow up too fast.
Love, Mom.
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1:42 a.m.Wow Donna, she's beautiful. That's all I wanted to say.
1:26 a.m.
Did you kiss the bo-bo?
These things are always hardest on mommies. Here's a band-aid and a kiss for you, Momma.
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