7 Months
Lucinda Sloan Peters! You must stop growing, immediately! You are becoming quite too large to carry around and the fact that I can no longer leave a room without you is seriously hampering my ability to make a good martini. This month you have become my lovely, little appendage. Even though before this month you were less mobile and less independent, you were also not as attached to me. If I left the room, then, hey, no biggie. You’d just drool and coo at whoever else was around, including the dog. Now, when I leave, you squeal and writhe as if I had just cut off each of your little toes one by one.
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Other than your incessant need to have me on your visual radar, this was a month of independence. And oh boy, it came in waves. First, you started eating solids foods and pooping solid (and very smelly) poops, then came the scooting and the backwards crawling. Tomorrow you’re probably going to tell me not to wait up as you’re headed out to the movies with some skanky boy named Leon and you’re planning on staying out late.
You officially have said “da da,” and by officially, I mean you’ve looked at your dad and said it. I love watching the two of you together. When we left town for a few days over the holiday without your dad, you got pretty sick with your first cold. The minute we stepped back in the house and you saw your daddy standing there I thought you were going to leap across the room. Your whole body jumped forward toward him and I seriously thought I was going to drop you.
Speaking of the uber-sickness we both encountered this month, there was one positive thing that came out of it. Cuddling. You’ve never been much of a cuddler, but since you refused to sleep when you were sick, we ended up spending many nights curled up together in bed. And even though I was sure the lack of sleep was going to kill me, I really did like the cuddling. Now, in the mornings, I bring you straight to bed with me once you get up. I feed you there and then you hang out for a while, playing with a few toys we keep next to the bed or slapping your dad in the head. I cherish these moments with my gorgeous family. This was one of the best gifts this Christmas.
Welcome to a new year, Lucy. I know that 2007 will be a better one just because you are in it.
Love,
Mama
Why do these always make me cry like a baby?!?! Well at least I’m crying over a sweet baby girl that no longer feels the need to scream and cry when I’m around and not some stupid boy : ) I love you two girls and hopefully I’ll be able to spend more time with you and getting to know the baby this year. Welcome to a year of very exciting firsts for the baby!!!
Could she be ANY cuter?? I don’t think it’s possible.
I have to agree with Lane, just when I think Lucy has reached all possible cuteness potential she proves me wrong. EVERY TIME!
Ok I miss her, can I come over tonight? 😉
Hey there…
What a cute baby you got there….It did make a smile on my face to see such wonderful sight, that baby of yours.
Thank you for posting her picture…I will treat this picture as a wonderful reminder that there are still very good things to live for in this troubled world.