The first time I ever sang to you, I felt embarrassed and very self-conscious. Would you like my singing? Would you think I was "a little bit pitchy, dogg"? Would you laugh at me from behind those crying eyes?
I sang:
To know, know, know Sam
Is to love, love, love Sam
And I do
Yes I do
Yes I do
You liked it! You quieted a little, so I kept singing. I was still embarrassed. Grandma from up north was there, and she told me to keep singing. I sang you that song when you cried for a few days - you were not even a week old - before getting more courage and trying new songs.
Now, I sing you lots of songs. I sing them terribly most of the time and I am not embarrassed. It is wonderful how much the music helps you calm down when you're upset.
Here's one I wrote for you:
I could eat you for breakfast,
But you're too sweet.
I could eat you for lunch,
If I liked feet.
(But I don't!)
As a dinner appetizer,
I'd rather feast on fertilizer.
So I'll pass.
And I'll just kiss you, my sweet.
Who knows what you think of that one!
I also sing Soft Kitty to you, and we have a diaper-changing version:
Fresh dipey, clean dipey, getting a fresh dipey.
Thank you, Momma, that feels better, I love you.
To help you fall asleep, I sing Edelweiss, The Lord is My Shepherd, Soft Kitty, and these words, that I made up to the Naming Stars lullaby:
Go to sleep my little one
Go to sleep my little son
Momma loves you, Daddy too
Go to sleep, my little Boo.
Those are the songs you usually hear. I make up random stuff all the time, I sing about the doggie in the window and old MacDonald's farm sometimes, and I learn new songs, too. I'm excited for when you will sing with me, and for when you tell me which songs are your favorite. Until then, don't worry. I'll never eat you, no matter how sweet you look.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
You're a little bit little
At the grocery store last week, the clerk asked how old you were. When I told her you're 13 months old, she said "He's small! My boy is 8 months old and he's bigger than that!"
Mind you, this woman is large in size, if you know what I mean, and she said her son's daddy is in excess of 6 feet tall. Her baby's gonna be big!
Your daddy and I are not overly tall, and you're probably going to be like us. But here are your measurements:
You currently weigh 21 pounds, and you are 30 inches tall. That puts you in the 20th percentile for weight and the 40th percentile for height. You are pretty little, my dear.
However! You certainly have something to say about that. You are sure you're a big deal. You think you are the axis of this cat-filled universe. You are certain that it's never nap time, veggies are a crime, and you have the right to pull Howie's tail, chew my cell phone, and order ghastly Pay-Per-View shows on TV (all things you have completed or attempted). Congratulations, darling.
We have news for you. You're napping right now. We've planted a garden full of veggies. You'll enjoy them later! And you're not allowed to touch the cats, gum my cell phone, or change the channel.
But you are a REALLY big deal to us!
xoxoxo
Mind you, this woman is large in size, if you know what I mean, and she said her son's daddy is in excess of 6 feet tall. Her baby's gonna be big!
Your daddy and I are not overly tall, and you're probably going to be like us. But here are your measurements:
You currently weigh 21 pounds, and you are 30 inches tall. That puts you in the 20th percentile for weight and the 40th percentile for height. You are pretty little, my dear.
However! You certainly have something to say about that. You are sure you're a big deal. You think you are the axis of this cat-filled universe. You are certain that it's never nap time, veggies are a crime, and you have the right to pull Howie's tail, chew my cell phone, and order ghastly Pay-Per-View shows on TV (all things you have completed or attempted). Congratulations, darling.
We have news for you. You're napping right now. We've planted a garden full of veggies. You'll enjoy them later! And you're not allowed to touch the cats, gum my cell phone, or change the channel.
But you are a REALLY big deal to us!
xoxoxo
Sunday, April 8, 2012
WE LOVE DOODLE!!
Sweet baby boy, you gave us a fantastic surprise last night!
You slept through the night! ALL the way through! For the first time, ever!
We are so proud of you! You did it on the evening of the day you turned 13 months old. We didn't dream this night was coming! Momma thought you might never sleep through the night, and that she might never again sleep through the night either. Oh, we are thrilled!
As a result, we would like to give you everything. What would you like? A pony? A litter of puppies? One of those motorized kiddie cars? I'll have Daddy pick them up today!
In other news, you are mostly better from your cold. Daddy and I both caught it, too, and we are mostly better as well. It wasn't a bad cold for any of us, but it did majorly interfere with the spring holy days. We are just thankful to all be feeling better.
Xoxoxo, my love!
You slept through the night! ALL the way through! For the first time, ever!
We are so proud of you! You did it on the evening of the day you turned 13 months old. We didn't dream this night was coming! Momma thought you might never sleep through the night, and that she might never again sleep through the night either. Oh, we are thrilled!
As a result, we would like to give you everything. What would you like? A pony? A litter of puppies? One of those motorized kiddie cars? I'll have Daddy pick them up today!
In other news, you are mostly better from your cold. Daddy and I both caught it, too, and we are mostly better as well. It wasn't a bad cold for any of us, but it did majorly interfere with the spring holy days. We are just thankful to all be feeling better.
Xoxoxo, my love!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Your fourth tooth
[Next day update: You ARE sick, and so is Mom.]
We are rethinking the idea that you are sick. It seems you are actually teething! Poor thing, this tooth has been really hard on you. It's on the top of your mouth, to the right of your other top tooth. It's funny that you're not getting your second front tooth, but you will get it in time. I'm sorry teething is such a pain. You sure felt awful yesterday. Today you are a little fussy, but you don't have a fever or a runny nose. Hooray!
Last night was one of your worst nights of sleep ever. You can thank us later, but you got Mom up four times and got Dad out of bed from 5 - 7 a.m. straight. You cried a lot. We gave you teething tablets and Children's Tylenol, but I'm not sure anything helped. Except being held...that made you feel a little better.
I love it when you're cuddly!
Our garden is largely coming up! We have potatoes, summer squash, cucumbers, okra, and corn up. We are waiting on a few sprouts in the green beans and basil rows...we can't tell if the ones there are weeds or plants. And there is no sign of life in our acorn squash yet. Here's hoping everything comes up in abundance!
We are having roasted chicken for dinner. Would you like some?
Xoxoxo,
Mom
We are rethinking the idea that you are sick. It seems you are actually teething! Poor thing, this tooth has been really hard on you. It's on the top of your mouth, to the right of your other top tooth. It's funny that you're not getting your second front tooth, but you will get it in time. I'm sorry teething is such a pain. You sure felt awful yesterday. Today you are a little fussy, but you don't have a fever or a runny nose. Hooray!
Last night was one of your worst nights of sleep ever. You can thank us later, but you got Mom up four times and got Dad out of bed from 5 - 7 a.m. straight. You cried a lot. We gave you teething tablets and Children's Tylenol, but I'm not sure anything helped. Except being held...that made you feel a little better.
I love it when you're cuddly!
Our garden is largely coming up! We have potatoes, summer squash, cucumbers, okra, and corn up. We are waiting on a few sprouts in the green beans and basil rows...we can't tell if the ones there are weeds or plants. And there is no sign of life in our acorn squash yet. Here's hoping everything comes up in abundance!
We are having roasted chicken for dinner. Would you like some?
Xoxoxo,
Mom
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
A spring cold
Aww, Doodle, you caught a cold! Your fever is 100 degrees and you have a cough and runny nose. I am so sorry you're sick. You feel a little down, but mostly you just want to keep playing. When you get tired, though, you get cuddly. That's adorable. You know your Momma loves to cuddle with you!
This is not the first time you've been sick. You got sick at just two months old, a germ you probably picked up at your two-month check-up. It was terrifying. You could hardly breathe, and you could not eat because then you couldn't breathe. It was very scary for us, even though it was just a cold. You were tiny! Now you're just a few days away from being 13 months old and you are so strong. We hate that you are sick, but you look us in the eye with a big grin, as if to say, "Hey, it's not so bad. And can we go outside?" Thanks, dear.
You are getting so knowledgeable, too! You seem to understand much of what I say. Yesterday I sat you on my lap and told you it was time for me to trim your fingernails. I put one of your fingers on my knee and said we'd start with that finger. For the first time, you didn't move the finger at all. You sat still and watched. I trimmed all of your long nails and thanked you for sitting so still. (Until Howie walked by, you barely moved!) It's so much different from your old ways of squirming, fussing and flailing during a nail trimming. Momma likes this new way better.
Feel better quickly, my love. We have important things to do this week!
I love you so, so much.
This is not the first time you've been sick. You got sick at just two months old, a germ you probably picked up at your two-month check-up. It was terrifying. You could hardly breathe, and you could not eat because then you couldn't breathe. It was very scary for us, even though it was just a cold. You were tiny! Now you're just a few days away from being 13 months old and you are so strong. We hate that you are sick, but you look us in the eye with a big grin, as if to say, "Hey, it's not so bad. And can we go outside?" Thanks, dear.
You are getting so knowledgeable, too! You seem to understand much of what I say. Yesterday I sat you on my lap and told you it was time for me to trim your fingernails. I put one of your fingers on my knee and said we'd start with that finger. For the first time, you didn't move the finger at all. You sat still and watched. I trimmed all of your long nails and thanked you for sitting so still. (Until Howie walked by, you barely moved!) It's so much different from your old ways of squirming, fussing and flailing during a nail trimming. Momma likes this new way better.
Feel better quickly, my love. We have important things to do this week!
I love you so, so much.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
What I think you're thinking
If I could hear what's going on inside your head, this is what I think it would sound like:
Hey, there's Elmo on the shelf. [giggle] What a friendly guy! Wait. That's not where I left him. Mom must have moved him. I hate that. How would she feel if I moved her stuff? Wait. I do that. Anyway, I'm going to put him here. [tosses on floor] Look! There's Clifford. What a big doggie. [tosses on Elmo] Oh, yes, there's my giraffe. [throws on Clifford] Wow, I haven't seen that owl in a while. [discards] Man, my books are out of order. Big books first. [pulls off shelf] Ah, it says...hmm...boring. Next book. [pulls off shelf] Trucks. Yes! Next book. Next book. These seven books are in my way. [scatters all on floor] This shelf looks weird. Mom doesn't decorate well. All these books have to go. [empties shelf completely] Wow. There are books all over my feet. I don't like that. [shoves books] Now the books are touching my animal toys. Annoying. Let me just move that giraffe. Hey! There's Elmo!
Am I right?
Love,
Your Mom
Hey, there's Elmo on the shelf. [giggle] What a friendly guy! Wait. That's not where I left him. Mom must have moved him. I hate that. How would she feel if I moved her stuff? Wait. I do that. Anyway, I'm going to put him here. [tosses on floor] Look! There's Clifford. What a big doggie. [tosses on Elmo] Oh, yes, there's my giraffe. [throws on Clifford] Wow, I haven't seen that owl in a while. [discards] Man, my books are out of order. Big books first. [pulls off shelf] Ah, it says...hmm...boring. Next book. [pulls off shelf] Trucks. Yes! Next book. Next book. These seven books are in my way. [scatters all on floor] This shelf looks weird. Mom doesn't decorate well. All these books have to go. [empties shelf completely] Wow. There are books all over my feet. I don't like that. [shoves books] Now the books are touching my animal toys. Annoying. Let me just move that giraffe. Hey! There's Elmo!
Am I right?
Love,
Your Mom
Your nicknames, in order of frequency
Noodle
Doodle
McNoodle
Sweet pea
Sweet baby
Boo Boo
Boo Biddle
Mr. Fussing Fussingpants
We use the last one only when you are fussing. Usually you only fuss if you are hungry or tired...or if Momma doesn't pick you up as quickly as you hoped.
I spend a lot of the day carrying you around as a result. By the way, have you seen my biceps?
Kisses, sweet baby!
Doodle
McNoodle
Sweet pea
Sweet baby
Boo Boo
Boo Biddle
Mr. Fussing Fussingpants
We use the last one only when you are fussing. Usually you only fuss if you are hungry or tired...or if Momma doesn't pick you up as quickly as you hoped.
I spend a lot of the day carrying you around as a result. By the way, have you seen my biceps?
Kisses, sweet baby!
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