Seven Months


You got sick for the first time this month (happily it only lasted about a day and a half). In the middle of the night, I woke up and heard you making a few little noises. Normally, I don’t go in to your room during the night, but I thought I’d better check on you, since you were sick and all. When you saw me, you started beaming, waving your arms and legs frantically, all excited that I was there. Too bad it was around midnight, and there was not a chance I was getting you out of bed to play. It was darling, though.

We have a swing someone lent us that looks directly at the front door. We rarely use it, but on Monday I stuck you in there while I was making lunch, and when your dad walked in the door, I thought you were going to launch yourself right out of the chair, you were going so nuts, waving your arms around and making that screeching eel sound you do whenever you’re really excited about something.

You are just so in love with your dad these days. This morning, while he was ironing his shirt for work, you were sitting up on the bed with me and you rotated your head around as far as you could to watch him. He was facing the other way but every minute or two he would turn around and smile at you. Your face lit up every single time and then you’d just stare at the back of his head until he turned around again. Even when I tried talking to you, you wouldn’t look away from him. You’re more than welcome, little one, for giving you such a great dad.

Generally, you are really easy going but, whoa boy, are you afraid of the vacuum. Last week, you were sitting in the living room with your back to me and I turned on the vacuum. I couldn’t hear you crying over the roar, but when I looked back at you, I could see your teeny shoulders shaking with sobs. Pretty much broke my heart in half, right there.

Those shoulders aren’t QUITE so teeny anymore, though, since you managed to pack on eleven ounces in the last month. That still lands you in the lowest percentile categories, but it’s nice to know you’re growing. You didn’t even cry when they stuck your toe for a hemoglobin check. And for the first time you wore a dress to the doctor’s office and for the first time, no one called you a boy. Statistics would say that is correlation, but not necessarily causation without further testing. I beg to differ.

Little girl, we love you so much,

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  • Reply Lisa February 23, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    Does that polka dot dress have a little flower or bug crocheted on the chest?

    LE lurves the vacuum, calms her instantly.

  • Reply megan February 23, 2011 at 2:25 pm

    She just gets cuter, and so do her stories! Good job, guys.

  • Reply lightheartedlibrarian February 23, 2011 at 2:41 pm

    She is going to love these letters! I cherish every note I have from my mom.


  • Reply Chrissie February 23, 2011 at 3:34 pm

    She really is just so sweet and adorable. I love reading about her progress, and am thrilled for you and your family.

    In other news, I noticed you mentioned your recent cookie baking successes on Twitter. I too have been in a serious cookie baking mode and was wondering if you had any favorite recipes you could share – I'd love to try some new ones!

  • Reply preethi February 23, 2011 at 4:08 pm

    I love the frantic limb waving. It's as if they're saying, "Mom, I am really VERY excited to see you! Really!"

  • Reply Lindzie February 23, 2011 at 5:07 pm

    Omigosh. I love her little fishy! She's such a cutie. I know say that every month, but I love her cuteness and I've never met her! 🙂

  • Reply lifeofadoctorswife February 23, 2011 at 5:54 pm

    Such a little cutie! So sad about the vacuum, though… Although that would probably be more than enough excuse for me to just give up cleaning all together. 🙂

  • Reply Kristi February 23, 2011 at 6:44 pm

    I still have to corral (sp?) all three of my children, put them on the highest bed, shut the door, and promise them treats before I can turn on the vacuum! Which is ironic because I hear when I was a baby my mom would vacuum to help me fall asleep. Kids, psh!

  • Reply Emily Kate February 23, 2011 at 6:45 pm

    Oh my gosh she is darling. What a sweetie. So precious that she loves her dad!

    Oh and Addie gets called a boy all the time, still! Yesterday it happened twice in line at Trader Joe's (and one of those ladies also said, "She's about 5 months old, right?" Try 10!) even though she was wearing a onesie with little hearts and a BOW on her head. Oh dumb people.

  • Reply McKinley February 23, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    hahahahah I love how you described her in the swing. Isn't it so fun to see the way they coo and ga over their parents. I think this is hands down the best part about being a parent. She is definitely a daddy's girl huh?!?!

  • Reply Marie February 23, 2011 at 9:37 pm

    Miss Ella, you are darling. I hope our little gals get to meet one day.

  • Reply Kimberly F. February 24, 2011 at 2:21 am

    Is the screeching eel sound a reference to Princess Bride? Please say it is. (Yes I know it's technically shrieking eels, but still. That's immediately what I thought of.)

    And she looks very much like a girl to me! Sooooo cute!

  • Reply Jill February 24, 2011 at 7:38 am

    So adorable!

  • Reply Young People in Love February 24, 2011 at 8:30 pm

    you two make the CUTEST baby face i've ever seen.

  • Reply Lady Susan February 25, 2011 at 12:32 am

    Finn has gotten over his fear of the vacuum…..if I am carrying him in the Ergo, which in all honesty, is the only way I can successfully vacuum anyway. Unfortunately, this also means that I no longer have an excuse NOT to vacuum. *sigh*

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