Chatterbox

My Dearest Andrew,

At 8 months old there is one thing that you love to do almost as much as you love to cruise the house in your walker, and that is talk. While there are no "real" words coming out of your mouth it feels like some days we have complete conversations. Perhaps my most favorite part of your talking is your range. You can go from complete screams to soft whispers and I must admit whispers are my favorite. Your eyes get wide, your touch gets soft and you lock eyes. Soft little whispers, squeaks, and squeals escape your lips and my heart swells with love.

You will hold a conversation with almost everyone you meet, showcasing your vocal talents at every opportunity. Sometimes I swear you are singing along with the music you hear or creating your own songs to fill the silence. I cannot wait for your first real word (right now we are getting da-da) and to hold conversations with you on the way home from school or to the store. I look forward to singing the ABC's with you and having your read words from a page to me. I cannot wait for your babbles to become words, your words to become sentences, and for your personality to flow from your lips. You will be a chatterbox like your father and I cannot wait for that day.

Love always,

Mommy Dearest

Mother's Day...

Today was my first real Mother's Day. Despite not feeling well I still managed to have a wonderful day, and honestly it was because of you. You woke up with smiles and kept them going on through out the day. The best part though is when you fell asleep in my arms. I am not sure I will ever get tired of this. Just as you settle in to sleep, your embrace gets a little tighter and you let out a long sigh. Our breathing syncs up and the world seems at peace. My little piece of perfect, right there in my arms. The best way to celebrate being your mom.

Love to my little nugget,

Mom

Teeth!

When you woke up @ 3:30 in the morning I knew something was up. Your two bottom teeth starting making an appearance a couple of weeks ago and this weekend the started to make the final push. Even though they had already broken through the gums, they doubled in size this weekend. We dealt with fever, runny nose, and the most painful of all tears. It seemed like you just could not get comfortable and it broke our hearts.

I know this is just a part of growing up, but trust me when I say I wish I could take all your pain and bear it myself. I do not like seeing your tears, seeing how restless it makes you, and more importantly knowing there is not much I can do to help.

Thankfully you seem to be returning to normal but I am not sure we are out of the woods yet. I guess growing up sometimes hurt, hopefully this is a short phase.

Hugs and kisses,

Bringer of Orajel