Friday, July 31, 2015

Spencer: 9 Months


Dearest Spencer, 

9 Months! Congratulations, you're the happiest baby in all the world. 

You're a pretty good sleeper now, eating every type of baby food possible, and are very active. You're crawling, into everything, and pulling up. You just love standing (while holding on of course). It's your new favorite. 

You're pure joy. Your giggle is the world. 

I love how happy you are when I walk towards your crib every morning. Thank you for being happy to see me.

Love you lots little baby muffin doodle head. You're my favorite!

Mama 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Our Trip Home





We're back from a much-needed trip home. Spencer's first trip to the SC coast! We stayed at my parent's house. Felt kinda full-circleish having her there: my baby pictures on the wall, having my own daughter in my old room.

Mom and Dad spent every waking second possible holding and loving on their little one and only. They loved having their granddaughter there and introducing her to their kitties.

Spencer met her uncle Nick, was cuddled lots by cousins Madison and Makayla, met some of Dadda's buds, met Momma's old co-workers, Mom and Dad's neighbors. We didn't squeeze everyone in, but hope to continue showing off Spencie next time we make it in.   

It was super duper hot, which made our first trip to the beach a quick one. Just long enough to nab some pretty great pics. We met Spence's bud, Luna, there. Sweet, salt-water memories.

This was Spencer's longest trip in the car -- six hours. Luckily we had help. My dear friend and baby Luna rode with us. Two babies, two ladies. Jamie was such a huge help entertaining Spencer as I drove. Luna is still at the age where she's pretty content for the majority of the ride, but we made it!  

There was so much joy in bringing Spencer to where I grew up... she loved it!

Monday, July 20, 2015

The Beach

Surfside Beach, SC
8 Months Old

Spencer's first time at the beach. Very curious. Very cautious. Very unsure. When I would dip her toes in the water, she didn't mind too much until the wet sand and then EWWW GROSS.

I have a feeling next summer at the beach will play out a little differently. 

Friday, July 10, 2015

What I Want To Remember

Spencer Rosalyn, 8 Months Old
I want to remember how you woke up twice this morning. Once at 5am. Then again at 8am. How happy you were to nurse. You flailed your arms and legs about, joyfully. How you fussed when I put you down to play while I got my very much-needed morning coffee. How you sat with me on the bed and tried to dive after the remote and my phone. How we picked out your outfit: something very pink that still had tags on it. How we strapped you in the car seat; the fussing stopped and the observing began as soon as the stroller wheels rolled. How you looked out your window at the sun bleeding through the trees. It almost put you to sleep. How you screamed a shrill when I turned off the car because you knew I was coming to get you. How you peacefully went to the caretakers at the gym daycare. How excited you were when I came to pick you up. How you hummed, cooed, sang, and spit in your car seat on the way home. How daycare must have worn you out -- you slept over two hours when we got home. How big time you were sitting in the big girl part of the shopping cart at the store. How much fun you had with Dadda running around in the halls of our condo building in your walker as I put groceries away. How you patiently played while I gave him a long overdue shave. How you sat next to Dadda in your high-chair as you both required a snack; two bites for you, one for him. Repeat. How you like to watch closely as our caretakers transfer Dadda into bed.  How happy bath time makes you. How you love to read your favorite book, "Where is Baby's Belly Button?" It's the only book that you pay attention to and don't try to eat.  I want to remember how you happily gulp your last milk of the day and drift off into sleepyland. How you sweet you look and sweet you smell as you lay asleep on my chest.

Usually I countdown the hours until bedtime. Tonight, however, I missed you before I even put you down in your crib.

I want to remember the normal day we had and how much better you made it. How much more lively and funny you made our day and make all of our days.