February 23, 2012
Dear Sweet Baby Girl,
Today, I’m celebrating the best six months of my life. You make life worth living.
You’ve spent a scary few days with a high fever and what turned out to be pneumonia. Nursing you back to health has reminded me how fierce my love for you is. Your sick days mean sick days for Mama (and more sweet time with you). Although I feel guilty spending two days away from my classroom, you are the most important thing in the world to me, and you deserve to have your mama when you’re sick! I’m ready for this to be over so I can have my happy little girl back.
When I get you out of your crib in the morning and when I pick you up from daycare, you wave your arms, kick your legs, smile, and squeal. It feels good to be loved that much. Nobody else squeals with delight when I walk in the room!
You’ve started eating mama-made baby food this month. (I guess Mother Nature makes your food; I just steam and puree it.) So far we’ve tried sweet potatoes, peas, and carrots. You like the sweet potatoes best, and I can’t really blame you. Although I want you to be a lover of healthful foods, I’m not a fan of peas and carrots, either. I have a freezer full of them, so you’re going to have to learn to tolerate them for a while, at least. Sorry, Kid.
Your giggle has evolved. It’s as if you’re giggling at your inside jokes that you’re hoping we get. You’ll make a silly sound (or “hide” behind your binky), I giggle at you, and then you giggle back. And repeat. It’s a funny little cycle. It’s the closest I get to having a conversation with you, and it’s so fun; you have quite the sense of humor, Klara!
All My Love,
Mama
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