Monday, May 16, 2011

Six Week Letter to Abigail

I'm afraid if I don't write some of this down, I will too quickly forget.   You are six weeks old today.  Six weeks ago, it was a" marvelous night that you were born."  But, man oh man, how marvelous each day has been since then.
Abigail 6 weeks
You are holding your head up on your own more- you still hate tummy time, but enjoy being carried around like an older baby.   This is so you can look look at everything.  I am pretty sure you can see farther than what the books say (just 15 inches away? I don't think so) as you stare at the fan with definite delight.
A week ago you started sleeping in your crib.  Apparently, we should have moved you from the packnplay sooner.  Since being in your crib you have dropped a night feeding.  I love the extra sleep, but I also still love watching you stretch in the middle of the night.
A day and half ago you made your first non-gutteral sound. You ahhed out of the blue. Ever since then you aah and coo constantly.  I love even this most basic communication.
You have the happiest eyes.  You smile more often, and I can tell your "social smile" is just days away.  I'm about to pee in my pants in anticipation of it.
Your grip is changing.  You grab onto my necklace and my shirt with the kind of intensity that claims me as your Mama.  Thank you.
P.S. Your thighs are delicious.

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