• dear bee // 19.

    11.23.2012 / random

    bee-and-erin

    Dear Bee,

    Happy almost four month birthday! Here’s a pro tip for your future uterus to keep in mind: four month old babies are made of pure maple syrup goodness. You are the cutest you’ve ever been, filled to the brim with giggles and love and thigh rolls and OMG I can absolutely not form a coherent sentence about you. I’m going to try super hard, but I’d likely save time if I just published one large exclamation point this week.

    First things first, Bee – you are sort of scaring the crap out of your father and the madness must cease. You learned to roll from your back to your front now and it’s just all happening so fast. I think you know this, so you keep the trick in your back pocket until verrrry late at night when sudden muffled sounds start to ebb from the monitor and your father and I run down the hallway to make sure you’re breathing and then, HI! You’ve flipped over and are whispering sweet nothings to your crib sheets, not sure what all the fuss is about but quite sure you can’t figure out how to roll back over. And so our nights go: your father and I, no longer up late watching rousing episodes of Battlestar Galactica, but instead, deciding whose turn it is to flip the baby.

    You’re also starting to make semi-dinosaur sounds, and I’m convinced you’re either teething or inhuman. The latter would actually make more sense, because I don’t know any genetic being that can fit so much cuteness into one body.

    You’ve taken to your baby gym this week, but you prefer to play with/marvel at/suck on the wooden legs rather than the super!fun! toys that hang overhead. I’ll admit; it’s a bit odd to look over and see you caressing a wooden stick with a look of wonder in your eyes, but I suppose you’re preparing me for many surprises in the future. (Please don’t “surprise” me by shaving your eyebrows in 7th grade, OK?)

    In other news, your father and I are running out of cute nicknames for you. We’ve used every variation of pumpkin-munchkin-cupcake-muffin-face we can muster, but you keep doing cute things and I fear our literary skills simply aren’t inventive enough. Do us a favor and stop being so cute, OK?

    (No, don’t. We love it.)

    And we love you.

    XO,
    Mama

    • Oh Erin this post made me cry! I want a baby right now!

    • OK, maybe not right now. Haha. Bee, stop being so cute!

    • As always, this is amazing. But I must ask you to clarify… did you and Ken actually watch Battlestar Gallactic into the late hours of the night? My husband and I cannot seem to convince our friends that it is in fact a great show and that no, contrary to popular beliefs, we are not total dorks. It’s the little things… :)

      • @Kerry – OMG yes. I am OBSESSED with that show. I was surprised, too! :)

    • Erin, the giggles and thigh rolls abound at my house too!! Forrest is 4 months on Friday and we can’t get enough of his sweet smile, the way he talks all the time, the crazy way he splashes in the bath, how he responds to us when we talk to him or just walk in the room… Sometimes I marvel at how amazing he is, and wonder what we did with our evenings before him. He refuses to roll over, preferring not to be on his tummy at all, but I’ll be sure to listen for these stealth night flips in the near future. It’s just all so totally cute it slays me!!

      • @Jamie – OMG right??? 4 months is so magical!!!

    • Oh this is SO cute! If the little smiles i’m starting to get from Dean are any indication of what’s to come, I feel like my heart is going to explode from the cuteness!

      • Gail, I have to chime in to say your whole world will change when your little truly starts to smile AT you. When they see you and light up, totally and fully, you will too. It’s the best. = )

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