My darling Lucy,
You left today to go stay with Nonnie and Poppie for a week. Surprisingly I didn't cry like I thought I would when you left. Daddy and I were sad to see you go, but we know you should be able to spend time with Nonnie and Poppie. We want you to be comfortable being away from us and it's something you should start getting used to now. The house feels so empty without you. I find myself waiting to hear you cry or see you peeking out of your crib.
Daddy and I are pretty boring without you! Today we went to a movie then came home and cleaned the kitchen. We don't really know what to do without you. We are enjoying the time together. We've had you longer than we've been married so it's nice to have some time to build and grow our relationship, but we still miss you very much. I'm trying to avoid calling Nonnie and Poppie too much...but I don't think it's working!
Tiger keeps looking around the apartment for you. He was sitting outside your bedroom door looking in at your bed. When he enters a room he looks around for you. It's sweet. You two have bonded already. I really think "Tiger" or something like it will be your first word. Any time he lets you get near him you get really close and squeal at him. It scares him and then he runs away. You've stopped squealing so much and have gotten brave enough to start petting him. He is better than I ever thought a cat would be. He lets you pull on his fur and his tail without reacting. He doesn't hiss or bite or try to scratch. If something is happening that he doesn't like he just leaves.
This week is going to be a long one I can tell, but we want you to be close to Nonnie, Poppie, Conner, and Kate. You need this trip and so do we. It's just one more way that you're getting bigger. Every time I turn around you're growing up more and more.
All my love forever and always,
Mommy
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Baby Lucy,
Well, it's your favorite time of day....early in the morning before the sun is up! This week we've been trying to get you into a sleep routine. It's hard to let you fuss at bedtime, but I know that it's what's best for all of us in the long run. Going to bed at 8:30 sure does get you up early though! You're an 8 or 9 hours of sleep kind of girl, which means up at 4-6am. Statistics say you should be sleeping 12 hours a night, but you don't even seem a little tired. I'm sure that if I laid you back down and followed our bedtime process you'd fall back asleep, but secretly I like the alone time. It's peaceful this time of day. No one calls or texts me it's just us. We play for about an hour or so, then you usually fall back asleep. Once bedtime gets easier, I know we'll have to cut out our early morning time, but for now I'm keeping it.
I love hearing your little voice try to mimic the sounds we make. You haven't quite figured out words yet, but it's still very early. I have really been pushing lately to try and teach you "Momma" or "Dadda." It hasn't really been working. Your "m"s sound more like "v"s. You're a very vocal baby. A lot of the time it sounds like you're trying to sing to us.
The best thing in the world is just watching you grow. I remember the day you started crawling. It was a Sunday during NFL playoffs. We had planned a quiet, family day in watching football. Daddy had just started his new job with Norfolk Southern so the weekends were the only times we really got to spend full days together. You were about 7.5 or 8 months old (I'd have to go check a calendar to be exact or you can check your baby book!) and had been trying to scootch around the house for awhile. That morning I told Daddy that "today is the day." We cleared the living room floor and got out your toys to try and give you something to crawl toward. Instead of crawling, you grabbed the blanket we were laying on and pulled the blanket so that the toys would move closer to you. We learned that lesson and picked up the blanket. You didn't have any interest in crawling for toys, but you sure did scoot right along for a bottle. I was so proud and excited to see you crawling around. Now you're a mobile machine. We had to get a baby gate to keep you out of Tiger's food and water. That kitty is your best friend. I'm convinced your first word will sound a lot like "Tiger."
People are constantly telling me how happy you are. This is the best compliment I've ever gotten for you. Sure people tell me that you're beautiful (which you are) and smart (also true) and funny (more like hilarious), but I love hearing that you seem so happy. It's reassuring to hear that we must be doing something right when we feel so lost sometimes. Parenting doesn't come with a manual, and the books that are supposed to be helping seem to only make me feel worse. I just keep telling myself that the first time around, everyone feels this lost and confused. You keep smiling and laughing at me and as of late you give big kisses (sloppy and open mouthed but kisses nonetheless). Daddy and I can see how happy you are and how much you love us and all the fears and doubts melt away.
You're starting to wind down now so I think it's back to bed time! There are so many things I want to tell you and stories I want to share before I forget them. These first few letters may be pretty frequent to make up for the months of not journaling, but you can't read yet so I guess for you it doesn't matter how much time passes between letters.
All my love forever and always,
Mommy
Well, it's your favorite time of day....early in the morning before the sun is up! This week we've been trying to get you into a sleep routine. It's hard to let you fuss at bedtime, but I know that it's what's best for all of us in the long run. Going to bed at 8:30 sure does get you up early though! You're an 8 or 9 hours of sleep kind of girl, which means up at 4-6am. Statistics say you should be sleeping 12 hours a night, but you don't even seem a little tired. I'm sure that if I laid you back down and followed our bedtime process you'd fall back asleep, but secretly I like the alone time. It's peaceful this time of day. No one calls or texts me it's just us. We play for about an hour or so, then you usually fall back asleep. Once bedtime gets easier, I know we'll have to cut out our early morning time, but for now I'm keeping it.
I love hearing your little voice try to mimic the sounds we make. You haven't quite figured out words yet, but it's still very early. I have really been pushing lately to try and teach you "Momma" or "Dadda." It hasn't really been working. Your "m"s sound more like "v"s. You're a very vocal baby. A lot of the time it sounds like you're trying to sing to us.
The best thing in the world is just watching you grow. I remember the day you started crawling. It was a Sunday during NFL playoffs. We had planned a quiet, family day in watching football. Daddy had just started his new job with Norfolk Southern so the weekends were the only times we really got to spend full days together. You were about 7.5 or 8 months old (I'd have to go check a calendar to be exact or you can check your baby book!) and had been trying to scootch around the house for awhile. That morning I told Daddy that "today is the day." We cleared the living room floor and got out your toys to try and give you something to crawl toward. Instead of crawling, you grabbed the blanket we were laying on and pulled the blanket so that the toys would move closer to you. We learned that lesson and picked up the blanket. You didn't have any interest in crawling for toys, but you sure did scoot right along for a bottle. I was so proud and excited to see you crawling around. Now you're a mobile machine. We had to get a baby gate to keep you out of Tiger's food and water. That kitty is your best friend. I'm convinced your first word will sound a lot like "Tiger."
People are constantly telling me how happy you are. This is the best compliment I've ever gotten for you. Sure people tell me that you're beautiful (which you are) and smart (also true) and funny (more like hilarious), but I love hearing that you seem so happy. It's reassuring to hear that we must be doing something right when we feel so lost sometimes. Parenting doesn't come with a manual, and the books that are supposed to be helping seem to only make me feel worse. I just keep telling myself that the first time around, everyone feels this lost and confused. You keep smiling and laughing at me and as of late you give big kisses (sloppy and open mouthed but kisses nonetheless). Daddy and I can see how happy you are and how much you love us and all the fears and doubts melt away.
You're starting to wind down now so I think it's back to bed time! There are so many things I want to tell you and stories I want to share before I forget them. These first few letters may be pretty frequent to make up for the months of not journaling, but you can't read yet so I guess for you it doesn't matter how much time passes between letters.
All my love forever and always,
Mommy
Thursday, February 23, 2012
First things first....
My Darling Lucy,
As I start this blog-venture, you're sitting in your Jumperoo trying to fight a nap. For some reason you love napping in that thing! You're almost nine months old. Actually, as I look down at the little time and date icon, I notice that you will be nine months old one week from today. Time really does fly by now that you're here. I wanted to start a journal to you months ago, but until recently I didn't think I would be able to keep up with it. I'm not sure how often I will write to you, but hopefully it will be at least once a week until...well until I feel like stopping. This first letter will be a little on the long side, so stay with me baby.(Although currently you've fallen into a Jumperoo slumber)
I'm sure you've figured out by now that Daddy and I weren't married when we found out we were having you, but there are some things I want to make sure you know. I have a lot of questions I've never asked your grandma and probably never will, so I want to make sure you know the answers without asking the questions. Once we found out I was having a baby, Daddy and I knew exactly what we wanted. I felt a lot of things that day. I was afraid, nervous, excited, and overwhelmed with joy. I've always known that I wanted to be a mommy, and you gave me the chance to do just that. I was afraid of what would happen with your Daddy and myself. We hadn't been together as long as I would like for you to be with someone before having a baby, or as long as I would've liked for myself, but it was our reality. My fears came from my own father leaving my mom when she got pregnant, but as soon as I saw your daddy's reaction to the news, I knew you and I would be safe. I was nervous because we weren't in a most ideal situation for raising a baby and I didn't know what our plan would be. We were living with Mandy, Schuyler, and Kevin at the time. Having you lit a fire for us to find a place of our own...and soon. I was excited because my dream was coming true. I had a man in my life who I loved whole heartedly and we were about to have a baby. You put a smile on my face every single day.
It's important to me that you know you were always wanted. Not even for a minute did we consider anything other than having you and loving you every day. Daddy's initial response when I told him I was for sure pregnant was "let's get married." He and I had talked already about spending our lives together but his readiness was still a bit of a shock. We both agreed that we couldn't imagine spending our lives with anyone else and once we knew you were going to join our lives we had made up our minds. We found out about you in October and were engaged by Christmas. Our initial plan was to get married a year later on the day we found out I was pregnant. After you were born, we already felt like a complete family and didn't want to wait to be one. We knew we hadn't saved enough to have a big wedding in the fall and decided to get married in a few weeks while the family was at the annual trip to Kentucky Lake. We had a small wedding surrounded by our loved ones, which I'm sure you've seen some pictures of by now.
As I sit here and watch you sleep I can't imagine life getting any better. I love our little apartment and our little family. Times have been hard for us, that's for sure, but who's life isn't hard? Your Daddy and I have each other, and you will always have us. I'm sure there are a zillion other things I want to tell you but tiny you is waking up now so that's all for today.
All my love forever and always,
Mommy
As I start this blog-venture, you're sitting in your Jumperoo trying to fight a nap. For some reason you love napping in that thing! You're almost nine months old. Actually, as I look down at the little time and date icon, I notice that you will be nine months old one week from today. Time really does fly by now that you're here. I wanted to start a journal to you months ago, but until recently I didn't think I would be able to keep up with it. I'm not sure how often I will write to you, but hopefully it will be at least once a week until...well until I feel like stopping. This first letter will be a little on the long side, so stay with me baby.(Although currently you've fallen into a Jumperoo slumber)
I'm sure you've figured out by now that Daddy and I weren't married when we found out we were having you, but there are some things I want to make sure you know. I have a lot of questions I've never asked your grandma and probably never will, so I want to make sure you know the answers without asking the questions. Once we found out I was having a baby, Daddy and I knew exactly what we wanted. I felt a lot of things that day. I was afraid, nervous, excited, and overwhelmed with joy. I've always known that I wanted to be a mommy, and you gave me the chance to do just that. I was afraid of what would happen with your Daddy and myself. We hadn't been together as long as I would like for you to be with someone before having a baby, or as long as I would've liked for myself, but it was our reality. My fears came from my own father leaving my mom when she got pregnant, but as soon as I saw your daddy's reaction to the news, I knew you and I would be safe. I was nervous because we weren't in a most ideal situation for raising a baby and I didn't know what our plan would be. We were living with Mandy, Schuyler, and Kevin at the time. Having you lit a fire for us to find a place of our own...and soon. I was excited because my dream was coming true. I had a man in my life who I loved whole heartedly and we were about to have a baby. You put a smile on my face every single day.
It's important to me that you know you were always wanted. Not even for a minute did we consider anything other than having you and loving you every day. Daddy's initial response when I told him I was for sure pregnant was "let's get married." He and I had talked already about spending our lives together but his readiness was still a bit of a shock. We both agreed that we couldn't imagine spending our lives with anyone else and once we knew you were going to join our lives we had made up our minds. We found out about you in October and were engaged by Christmas. Our initial plan was to get married a year later on the day we found out I was pregnant. After you were born, we already felt like a complete family and didn't want to wait to be one. We knew we hadn't saved enough to have a big wedding in the fall and decided to get married in a few weeks while the family was at the annual trip to Kentucky Lake. We had a small wedding surrounded by our loved ones, which I'm sure you've seen some pictures of by now.
As I sit here and watch you sleep I can't imagine life getting any better. I love our little apartment and our little family. Times have been hard for us, that's for sure, but who's life isn't hard? Your Daddy and I have each other, and you will always have us. I'm sure there are a zillion other things I want to tell you but tiny you is waking up now so that's all for today.
All my love forever and always,
Mommy
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