Dear Audrey:
You are growing up so fast. I can now understand why people want more than 1 baby, the time goes by so swiftly. It seems like I brought you home 2 weeks ago, not 6 weeks ago.
You had a rough weekend. I learned that ready-made Enfamil is not the same as the powder. So, after a bad bellyache, we threw the rest of the can away. Bellyaches are no fun.
Once we got home from Grandma's, your attitude went right back to the sweet little girl I know so well.
This morning, you woke up at 4 am...not because you were hungry, or because you were
wet...but, I think, because you were wanting to exercise your newest tool...your voice.
Yep, you found your voice, overnight!
When I first brought you home, every noise that you made was basically the inner-workings of a cry...but not anymore.
Now, you sit in our swing and babble to the sunrise. You can see it coming up through the window. You love the sun. If you are crying, and your dad and I have worn out every reason why (wet, cold, hungry, etc...) we take you outside. You always calm down, like the wind blows in a new attitude.
Your dad is a magnificent soul. He bought me two rocking chairs for the front porch, so that I can take you out and rock you. I like to watch the birds come at the feeder. I can't wait for you to notice them, so that we can enjoy them together.
I prayed that you would be an "outside" kid who enjoys everything the earth has to offer...and so far it looks like God answered even that, the smallest of my prayers, for you.
You are smiling, and every day that I wake up and greet you, I think your smile widens. Even if you have only given me a few hours sleep, that smile wipes away everything else.
Everyday, you spend time in both of your swings, on our bed with the barn gym, on the floor with the rainforest mat and on your belly ith the lady bug mat. You love to stretch and kick.
Mrs. Dean says laying you out to kick will help you grow. I guess that is what happened to
me...gram laid me out to kick often.
Right now, you are asleep in your play pen. I can see you from my chair. I can hear you as well....you make this little sucking noise while you sleep. Gram says I made the same noise. Even though you look so much like your daddy, I think you are alot like me.
I can't wait to enjoy trips to the beach with you, a special trip to Disney, and to experience all the world has to offer, with you and daddy.
For now, stay small and grow strong. It really won't be like this for long.
I love you,
Mom









