Hardly anyone ever says you look like me. I tend to agree. There is so much of Daddy in you. (You definitely inherited his charm.) But while your eyes are shaped just like his, the color, that deep dark sapphire blue, that’s all Mama. Your big full lips, those you can credit me for too, babe.
Just took little dove to the doctor and he charmed her by smiling the whole exam. He’s also excelling in all arenas, so much so the immunization tech didn’t believe he was just 4 months old. Proud Mama status. :)
A year ago today, I was eight weeks pregnant and had started bleeding. Sure we were losing you, your father rushed to Kentucky to take me to the hospital. Until then, I don’t think either one of us had realized the depth to which we loved you already; we were so scared. Once we arrived, I had my first ultrasound. My heart sang when I saw you, this tiny little bean with the sweetest little heartbeat on the screen. There you were safe and sound growing inside of me. Today you are in your crib sleeping with one of my old baby blankets, sucking your thumb and clutching your stuffed octopus “Clancy”. Today was a long day of giggling, jumping on Daddy and discovering your feet. We have all become such a unit, a little family. And I guess what I’m saying is, I can’t imagine anything else. I don’t know where I’d be without your love. I lead a life before you, but now I can’t remember how it felt exactly. All my memories of before seem hollow somehow. A year ago, I thought I was losing you. But in truth, I was on the edge of losing the best piece of myself that I hadn’t met yet, your mother. I am thankful for your survival every minute of every day. You, my love, are perfection.
Over the moon, over the stars…
You’re huge now. You can give high fives. You give your interpretation of a kiss (it’s open mouthed and often involves lots of drool). You prefer to answer to the nickname your Daddy made up, Pit-Pat.You eat solids three times a day. You love your blanket, “Mankee”, putting the silky corning in your mouth along with your thumb when you go “mimi”. And you’re crawling. You’re scooting. You’re wiggling at all times. You are the most active baby I have ever met. Your personal motto seems to be : CONQUER ALL THE THINGS (and see how they taste). You’re such a champ. As always you’re hilarious and the most adorable at doing everything.
Today you looked so cute. You wore your little moccasins that you always manage to slip off and a hand-me-down outfit from your cousins in Arizona. We went out to eat and you decided it was an awesome idea to hold yourself up on the booth and try to chat up the people sitting behind us. They obliged. You’re such a brave little charmer. I’m so proud I made you, my tiny human. :)
When Patrick was born, this beautiful Gothic revival cathedral was the view from my window. Nursing him late into the night, I would admire his newness and this view of the world he’d be entering outside : this lovely building illuminated by yellowed street lights. How many new babies had it neighbored in these two centuries? How many new mothers looked upon it and found peace in it’s beauty?