Dear Peanut,
I am starting to wonder if I should still call you Peanut. You are five months old now and much bigger than the peanut you were when you left Wombsville. Touchwood. But I would like to know if there is a nut that is nice and round and plump and juicy. Hmmm? Maybe I should settle for those Minneola oranges. No, no. You please continue to be a juicy Peanut. Forever. You are growing so fast. I miss seeing you stick out your lower lip when you are upset. These days it is just a loud wail. And whatever happened to Ag-hoo? It used to be Ag-hoo all the time. Haven't heard it in a while. Instead, you babble a lot. You talk to the monkey, turtle, froggy and the crocodile hanging from the mobile. You arch your back up, longing to touch them. And when you can't, you have a meltdown. You have befriended Alice and love to chew her long legs. At night when dad puts you to sleep, you love looking at the fishes hanging from the swing mobile. It seems to calm you.
You are such a light sleeper, though. You wake up every two hours night after night. Your dad and I can't wait for you to sleep through the night. The doctor said your gums are swollen and you are teething. Poor you. We like to think that's what is troubling you and do all we can to soothe you. Hope things will get a little clement for you and us.
Right now your most favorite person in this household is me. Not that you have a choice, you know. You have to keep seeing my face all the time. If I run for a quick loo break, you will scream endlessly till I come back. I, unfortunately, cannot bear to let you cry it out. So, these days, I take you with me to the loo.You have me wrapped around your pinkie, ha? You need me even after your dad is back home. He is a little tougher, you see. You act very shy when he comes home from work and scoops you up for a cuddle. Signs of you growing up, no? But you warm up soon and throw around those wide toothless smiles.
When you are quiet, you are busy sucking your toes. You are so flexible, you just pull your feet up to your mouth. That's a new development and you love doing it. May be I should sign you up for Baby Yoga. I can even get you a nice little yoga pant and a teeny tiny yoga mat.
You got an email from your Grandpa a few days back. How cool is that? He and everyone back home can't wait to meet you. So yes, we are going to India for a month's vacation. I have my fingers crossed about taking you on such a loooong journey. If you happen to be a button, I promise you, this is just the beginning. We have a lot more travel on the cards. Places to see, people to meet and cuisines to try. What, ho?
We celebrated your five months birthday last night, by dressing you up like a doll and cutting the cake dad got for you. It is five months, Peanut. Five months of sleepless nights, five months of equally tough days, five months of looking into your eyes and seeing you smile, five months of loving you, five months of motherhood, five months since I read a book or watched TV, five months of trying to lose my baby weight and five months of growing up! And it's only getting better.
Love you,
Mamma.
I am starting to wonder if I should still call you Peanut. You are five months old now and much bigger than the peanut you were when you left Wombsville. Touchwood. But I would like to know if there is a nut that is nice and round and plump and juicy. Hmmm? Maybe I should settle for those Minneola oranges. No, no. You please continue to be a juicy Peanut. Forever. You are growing so fast. I miss seeing you stick out your lower lip when you are upset. These days it is just a loud wail. And whatever happened to Ag-hoo? It used to be Ag-hoo all the time. Haven't heard it in a while. Instead, you babble a lot. You talk to the monkey, turtle, froggy and the crocodile hanging from the mobile. You arch your back up, longing to touch them. And when you can't, you have a meltdown. You have befriended Alice and love to chew her long legs. At night when dad puts you to sleep, you love looking at the fishes hanging from the swing mobile. It seems to calm you.
You are such a light sleeper, though. You wake up every two hours night after night. Your dad and I can't wait for you to sleep through the night. The doctor said your gums are swollen and you are teething. Poor you. We like to think that's what is troubling you and do all we can to soothe you. Hope things will get a little clement for you and us.
Right now your most favorite person in this household is me. Not that you have a choice, you know. You have to keep seeing my face all the time. If I run for a quick loo break, you will scream endlessly till I come back. I, unfortunately, cannot bear to let you cry it out. So, these days, I take you with me to the loo.You have me wrapped around your pinkie, ha? You need me even after your dad is back home. He is a little tougher, you see. You act very shy when he comes home from work and scoops you up for a cuddle. Signs of you growing up, no? But you warm up soon and throw around those wide toothless smiles.
When you are quiet, you are busy sucking your toes. You are so flexible, you just pull your feet up to your mouth. That's a new development and you love doing it. May be I should sign you up for Baby Yoga. I can even get you a nice little yoga pant and a teeny tiny yoga mat.
You got an email from your Grandpa a few days back. How cool is that? He and everyone back home can't wait to meet you. So yes, we are going to India for a month's vacation. I have my fingers crossed about taking you on such a loooong journey. If you happen to be a button, I promise you, this is just the beginning. We have a lot more travel on the cards. Places to see, people to meet and cuisines to try. What, ho?
We celebrated your five months birthday last night, by dressing you up like a doll and cutting the cake dad got for you. It is five months, Peanut. Five months of sleepless nights, five months of equally tough days, five months of looking into your eyes and seeing you smile, five months of loving you, five months of motherhood, five months since I read a book or watched TV, five months of trying to lose my baby weight and five months of growing up! And it's only getting better.
Love you,
Mamma.
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