Sunday, January 27, 2008

Eight-Month Letter

Dear Baboo,

I should have started doing this a long time ago.

You recently turned 8 months old. In the matter of two or three days you learned how to sit yourself up and how to pull yourself to a standing position. A few days prior to the above listed events, you abandoned your military crawl for a traditional all fours crawl. You’ve gotten more daring over the past two weeks than I could ever have imagined an eight-month-old could be. Recently you’ve started having some separation anxiety, and though it makes it hard for me to use the bathroom while we’re home alone, there’s something heartwarming about you needing me for comfort and security the way that you do.

Although it seems like I’ll need to start putting you down to nap on your own during the days soon, I can’t really bear the thought. I love laying down with you… nursing you while you kick your feet into my belly, legs finally coming to rest over my mid-section as you drift off to sleep. I love it when you wake up slowly and smile because you see me close by. I love being able to anticipate your needs because I am right beside you, listening to you breathe.

These first eight months have been a true blessing. I love you.


1 comment:

Tiffany said...

Oh man, so precious. I love this idea. And I'm totally hearing you with the bathroom issue - as much as it's a pain in the neck to hear him burst out with sobs every time I have to pee, it's cute that he doesn't want me to leave.

We've got some great kids.