Dear Peanut,
Your first outing was to the temple. You hate being confined in the car seat and I hate to see you struggle once we strap you in. But once the car starts moving you are fast asleep, while I pray desperately that we don't get stopped by any red lights. I wish I could just have you on my lap or in a snugli through out the drive, but that's not allowed here. That just won't work in this country, cupcake. It will get better once you grow a little bigger. I baked a fruit cake for your first month birthday. We dolled you up in a cute pink onesie, matching booties and a headband. You looked so pretty. Everyone says you look like your Dad. Only I think it's not fair. Humph. But you look so sweet that I just don't care. You are my darling, whatever it be.
When we put you on a mat, you move your legs as if you're riding a bicycle and pack punches with your hands while gurgling, cooing and sometimes even grunting all the while. You have started grasping things with your hands. Usually, my necklace or your daddy's t-shirt. When I hold you close to my face, you stare at my face for a whole minute or so and look into my eyes while making a cute 'O' with your goldfish mouth. You can even hold up your head for a few seconds! Milestones galore.
It has been a month of love and laughter. Memorable times. And, we too are growing up with you!
Love,
Mamma.
It feels like just yesterday when you landed in our arms, looking around with your wee eyes wondering who are these people and where in the world am I. And now, you are a month old! You are no longer a newborn (though newborn size is still a little big on you). It has been the quickest month of our lives.
Life has changed. How, you ask? The waking hours are spent with you. For you. Feeding, diaper changing, rocking you to sleep, bathing and dressing you up, playing with you, calming you when you are howling, is what we do these days, in a repeated fashion all day and night. Despite all the stress and sleeplessness, I really don't know what's invigorating about this whole mommy business. May be it's the gorgeous, toothless, all-gums, just-for-me smile that you flashed at me when I peered into your eyes. I am smitten.
You are a sleeping beauty during the day and some sort of a nocturnal bird as night falls. We take turns in walking and rocking you to sleep while you are busy fighting it by forcefully opening your eyelids, wailing and demanding to suckle. You fall asleep on my lap while suckling and when I try to switch you to the bed you are back up again. More walking and rocking follows. Even the drop of a pin is enough to wake you up. Sometimes I sing "Come little baby come to me...." in my most horrendous voice and yet, you seem to love it and listen with big eyes, eventually falling asleep. You are a music lover, no doubt.
Your first outing was to the temple. You hate being confined in the car seat and I hate to see you struggle once we strap you in. But once the car starts moving you are fast asleep, while I pray desperately that we don't get stopped by any red lights. I wish I could just have you on my lap or in a snugli through out the drive, but that's not allowed here. That just won't work in this country, cupcake. It will get better once you grow a little bigger. I baked a fruit cake for your first month birthday. We dolled you up in a cute pink onesie, matching booties and a headband. You looked so pretty. Everyone says you look like your Dad. Only I think it's not fair. Humph. But you look so sweet that I just don't care. You are my darling, whatever it be.
When we put you on a mat, you move your legs as if you're riding a bicycle and pack punches with your hands while gurgling, cooing and sometimes even grunting all the while. You have started grasping things with your hands. Usually, my necklace or your daddy's t-shirt. When I hold you close to my face, you stare at my face for a whole minute or so and look into my eyes while making a cute 'O' with your goldfish mouth. You can even hold up your head for a few seconds! Milestones galore.
It has been a month of love and laughter. Memorable times. And, we too are growing up with you!
Love,
Mamma.
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