Baby Girl,
I just keep writing these later and later, don’t I? Maybe for six months I’ll actually write your letter on time.
As with every month, you amaze me. The new things that come up every single month are incredible. You are constantly learning and soaking in information. You love to sit on my lap in a public place and check out everything going on around you. Your tendency is to fight sleep in those situations because you don’t want to miss a thing. You will be rubbing your eyes and upset and tired, but goshdarnit, you’re not going to sleep.
Your first Christmas was this past month as was your first car accident. Fortunately, the accident was minor, just a little rear-ending and you were fine. The impact scared the bejeesus out of you and it had me nervous, but we were all okay.
Your first Christmas was awesome. You helped your daddy pull items out of your very first stocking and you even ripped off some paper off of one of your gifts. You received more toys and clothes and books than any other kid I’ve ever seen. Spoiled, kidlet, you are truly spoiled. I’m keeping the picture of you surrounded by all of your loot so that when you turn sixteen and are hollering at me that you never get anything, I can just whip out that shot and prove you wrong.
One of your favorite new discoveries this month was your hands. You’ve seen them before and paid attention, but now you like to lay on your back and twirl your hands right in front of your eyes – studying them intently to see how they move and wiggle.
You’re also scooting along pretty quickly. You no longer stay quite where I put you which is starting to liven up the joint a bit. We have a huge comforter on the floor for you to play on, but usually you prefer the hardwood floors and roll off the comforter within a matter of minutes.
You haven’t broken any teeth through yet and the teething pain seems to not bother you anymore. It looks as though that pain is on hold, at least for a bit.
This month we’re working on instituting a bedtime routine. I’d love to get you sleeping in your crib. Well, sort of. I really do like having you beside me in bed. You comfort me.
The most amazing thing happened on the day that you turned five months old. America swore an amazing man into the US Presidency. The first black man to hold the office, President Barack Obama. The entire country, and even Canada where we live now, has felt completely reviatalized and awash in hope and excitement. I’ve never seen this kind of excitement over politics and it’s incredible. I want this feeling to last for all of your life.
I always want the very very best for you.
I love you, my girl.
Love,
Mama
