Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Dear Junior: Christmas is Coming!

Dear Junior,

It's been a rough week for all of us.  First you got sick with roseola, then you caught the common cold--which you generously shared with Daddy and Mommy.  (Not on purpose, we know!)  Then things got extra-bad when Mommy came down with mastitis, which is still keeping Mommy down.  We are all still coughing and sneezing and wiping our noses and chasing away fevers.  But we are together and I keep thinking to myself, what a crazy endeavor it is--to raise a child and have a family.  It's so much work! And so very worth it.  I feel luckier than lucky to be blessed with such an opportunity.  Thank You, Lord.

Some of the fun/funny things you've been doing lately include:
  • "Wiping" your face with both hands (from top to bottom), then grinning widely (i.e. with scrunchy face).  Not sure why you think this is hilarious, but it brings you such delights both when you do it and when I do it. 
  • Impressing us with your capacity to eat.  You ate almost an entire avocado at dinner today!  And that's on top of quite a few green beans and a generous serving of your all-time favorite -- blueberries.
  • Speaking of blueberries, you always know when we have them.  (I guess we have them every day.)  But you always know where we keep them!  (Though I guess we always keep them in the green cup.)  So when we bring out the green cup, you always point to it because you want its contents. And when I start to pour out some berries, you stick your little fingers in and help yourself to some more...and some more...and some more... silly Bathands. It's so cute.
  • You're getting much better at not crying at daycare dropoff anymore. Yay! It was always so hard for me to leave you crying.  So thankful that you have adjusted, and it seems that you have fun while you're there.  Daddy says that when he goes to pick you up, you get really excited and start waving goodbye to all your school friends as soon as you see Daddy through the window.  Funny Batty.  Funny, funny Batty.
  • You have discovered Mommy's Stuffies.  And not just JJ (who, I should remind you, is originally Mommy's).  You have discovered where Mommy's Stuffies live!  So when you find yourself in Mommy and Daddy's room, you like to point to the Stuffie Apartment and get all excited when we bring you there.  You aren't partial to any particular ones...mosquito, raccoon, macaw, roachie, hippo, sheepy -- you love them all (though you seem to have a particular affinity for Sleepy Sheepy and his soft blue sleeping hat).  Whenever you reach for one or we hand one to you, you eagerly reach for it, and give it a big, tender hug.  You have great capacity to love, my ducky.  Ama first observed your tremendous tenderness and we've seen it many times since.  This is good, ducky, very good. :)
  • Your little pointer finger continues to be one of your best modes of communication.  You point at the music box at dinner when you want Mommy to play it for you (you have a fascination with the music box).  You point at food or your straw cup when you want something in particular.  You point to the Stuffie Apartment when you want one of Mommy's stuffies.  You point to Mr. Yellow when you want your highlighter.  It's really cute and fun. Hopefully you will start to talk a little more, though  :)  (Although we do hear you babble to yourself before you fall asleep, though, so know you CAN talk!
You continue to bring us such delight.  We love you so much.  It's hardest when we see you crying because you're sad (mostly just in the context of daycare dropoff) or when your sinful side shows itself and we have to discipline you.  It's hard to know whether what we're doing, or the way we're doing it, is right.  But we continue to pray (often in front of you) for wisdom from God, who does know the right way to discipline and raise you.  And we trust that God is answering our prayers and will provide, and will give grace where we fail.

We love you tons and tons and tons, our dearest ducky.

Love to Batty,
Mommy

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