Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Month 3

Dear Sophie,
Today you are three months old. We had several big events happen this month. First, I went back to work. It was really sad for me, I miss hanging out with you all day. But you stay with your Abuelita and she loves you very much, and I don't think you really noticed one way or the other.

Second, you rolled over! Well, kind of. I heard you half-rolled, onto your side, twice in the same day. So I rushed home, waiting to see rainbows and fireworks and... and... NOTHING. That was apparently the only day you wanted to roll.

Bubbles! You have become the Bubble-Blowing Master. The Queen of the Drool Bubbles, the gold-medalist in the Bubble Olympics. And you love it.

Every day after dinner, your Dad gives you a bath in your little bathtub, which sits inside my bigger bathtub. I get all of your things ready, the water in the tub, the soap, the shampoo, the towel, and set out your jammies. Then your Dad runs around the house holding you naked with his arms extended, babbling about 'This naked baby!' And you smile, and I know you're thinking about peeing on him, and that would be really funny. After your bath, he dries you and dresses you, puts on your baby lotion and cleans your ears and nose with special baby Q-Tips. And you cry. Then I put you into the Baby Bjorn, and we walk with both of the dogs around the neighborhood for about half an hour. Every day, your Dad and I argue over who gets to wear the baby carrier. I decided that we would take turns, but I have to hide the carrier to make sure that I get my turn.

The other day I was walking around Fairfax Corner with you in your carrier. There is this fountain there where water shoots out of the ground and the kids come to play in the water. They were screaming and laughing and having fun, and you watched them with wide eyes. And you waved your arms and your legs and squealed, because you understood that the kids were excited and you were excited too.

A year ago this weekend, give or take a couple days, was when I became pregnant with you. I was scared, and excited, and just hoped that you would be healthy and that I would be a good enough mom so that you wouldn't be in therapy before you started high school. I can't imagine my life without you, even though you've only really been in it for three months. It seems like you have always been with us, although I swear you were born a heartbeat ago. Until now, and for a little tiny while yet, you sleep in a Co-Sleeper bassinet that's attached to my side of our bed. You sleep right next to me, and at night I look over at you, all swaddled in your baby straightjacket, sleeping peacefully. And my chest just fills up and it's like nothing I've ever felt before. Your dad and I bought you a crib, and we put it together (well, okay, he put it together) in the extra bedroom that has both your dresser/changing table and our computer in it. It makes me very sad that soon you will be too big to sleep in your bassinet and will be sleeping in a room all your very own, in a bed all your very own. And instead of just turning my head to look at my baby girl, you are going to be a whole room away.


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