4.21.2014

Claire Katherine: 8 Months


Dear Claire

You are 8 months old, my little peanut, and you're showing more personality each and every day. Your independent streak is becoming more and more apparent. We've always known that it was there- your interests and priorities have never been a secret- but you're learning how to use it to push yourself. You're not crawling yet but you manage to wiggle yourself over to the toys that you want (or to dad's shoe which is always a favorite). When you see your bottle you wave your little arms and legs and shout until the moment that it is in your mouth. You have clear preferences whether it be for toys (your stacking cups) or food (bananas!). It's fascinating to watch you figure out how the world works. You have discovered how to get rid of the things that you don't want: hurling them over your shoulder. After a mere three meals in your high chair you've discovered a clever trick: tossing your food to the dog while you laugh and laugh. Seemingly, you have also discovered a greater appreciation for a good nights sleep, sleeping through the night until 6:00 more often than not.

As the long winter turns to spring and summer we're looking forward to getting out with you more. Long walks, trips to the park, swinging!, enjoying all of St. Louis' kid friendly attractions, and continuing to explore this world. We love you, little Peanut! We can't wait to see what the  next month brings.

Love, Mama

3.15.2014

Claire Katherine: 7 Months




Dear Claire

You're seven months old, sweet baby, and my is this a fun age. You finally laugh- like really laugh- with mom and dad. You laugh when Mom tickles your neck... but you laugh when you're playing with your dad. The best sound in the world is the sound of you squealing and screaming and giggling as you play with your Dad. I stand right outside the door and listen, thinking about how lucky I am to have both of you.

In the last month a few people have mentioned how lucky I am to have a baby who is so lovely. To have such a good natured little lady. I smile and thank them, agreeing that I am lucky. But in the back of my mind I think back to our first couple of months together. Those were hard weeks, little lady. We hadn't yet figured each other out. It's too bad that the September 2013 version of Mom couldn't have seen the baby that I have now. I think it would have made our life easier.

But that is wishful thinking. We survived those early weeks and we are stronger for it. You keep being my sweet, sassy, dramatic, happy and curious baby daughter. And I'll keep being the best Mama that I know how to be.

Love, Mama

2.20.2014

Claire Katherine: 6 Months


Dear Claire

Here is your 6 month letter, a full week late. Your Mama feels like she is running just a bit behind with everything right now: I'm less organized than usual at work, the house isn't quite as clean as I would like it to be, I have a long list of friends who are owed a phone call or a coffee date. I wonder why that is?

Even though there aren't enough hours in the day we've settled into a nice little weeknight routine. Your dad and I love the evening hours that we get with you. You seem much more curious about who we are- watching, always watching, even if it means contorting your little body to keep your eyes on us. You have a vocal range that keeps growing- you chat away in your crib when you wake up, when you're playing on the floor and in particular when you're sitting on our laps. You reach for everything but seem particularly interested in textiles and fabrics.

You seem to be laughing now but rarely make a noise, you scrunch your face up and look overwhelmed with joy. I hope that you are overwhelmed with joy and I hope that you always stay that way. The other night your dad and I were talking about who we think you might be and our hopes for you. While the list of all the things you might be and that we hope for you to be is long, one thing rises to the top of the list. We hope that you are happy. While life will present struggles and challenges, we hope that in those times you are buoyed by an undercurrent of joy.

We love you, little Melon. See you tonight when I get home.

Love, Mama