Dearest Leah,
This past month has been pretty incredible with you. It feels like you and I are starting to get in more of a rhythm. I won't dare say I've started to figure you out, because on a regular basis, the moment I make a declarative statement in your regard you, without fail, prove me wrong.
It's like like you're sixteen already.
In the beginning of this month (February 2nd to be exact), you made eye contact and smiled at me for the very first time. And it wasn't just gas. It was an actual response to my high pitched nonsensical rambling. And I never thought the day you were born could be out shined, but holy crow... That very moment when you looked into my eyes and smiled - it was like you knew who I was and you were happy to see me.
And my heart just about imploded.
The third happiest occasion was when you and I both slept SEVEN hours straight without so much as a bathroom trip or my having to reach into your bassinet to turn your ocean noise machine back on. I seriously do not think I have slept seven hours straight since June of last year.
PLEASE feel free to do that ANYTIME.
You have unfortunately developed a dermatalogical issue that both your dad and I have. Eczema. Sorry bout that. One day you were particularly cranky and wouldn't stop squirming and fussing, even thought I'd done almost everything to make you comfortable. I noticed that your eyebrows and in between your eyes had some bumpiness so on a whim I started to rub a little back and forth. You immediately stopped fussing and squirming and your eyes glazed over. You were itchy. You poor thing. I'd be pissed off too if I had an itch I couldn't scratch and couldn't tell anyone about it. That blows!
Since you were about three weeks old you've gone through this kind of witching hour between 5 and 10pm that made your dad and I want to jam forks into our temples. Okay, it's not as much me as it is your dad. The poor guy takes it pretty personally and swears it's a plot against him. But it seems like your are slowly growing out of it. Maybe having two or three good nights per week.
You've starting to get a little more comfortable with your car seat and the swings we have for you here at the house - which is FANTASTIC because now I can actually inhale a little breakfast before you start screaming to be fed again.
At your two month Doctor appointment we learned that you grew an inch and gained a pound! You're up to 9lbs, 14 oz and 23 inches long. It's been crazy to see that you're already out of most of your newborn clothes. Taking them out of your drawers and packing them up already feels totally surreal. Unfortunately at your two month appointment you also got three shots, which resulted in a pretty cranky afternoon at home.
Other firsts during the last month, we took you to the beach near Mavericks in Half Moon Bay. A favorite spot of your Dad's and mine. We used to take your furry brother Parker there a lot until he injured his knee.
You also had your first Superbowl. Not that either of your parents give a rats *ss about football. We usually wear our hockey jerseys to Superbowl parties just to make sure everyone else knows that too. But your good friend Bella's mommy was kind enough to mark the occasion with a custom onesie which was pretty neat.
Sometimes while I'm staring at you or packing you up to go somewhere, I still can't believe you're ours. Almost to the point where I feel like when I walk in somewhere in public, I feel like people assume I'm your nanny. It's kind of bizzarre. And while having you in my arms makes me feel more like a woman than I ever have before, the Mom title still feels a little foreign. I'm a Mom.
I'm YOUR Mom. And I love you SO fricken much.
Can't wait to see what next month brings!
Love,
momma
