Just Treats!

No tricks, dear Audrey.

Happy 1st Halloween!

Although, we won't be running around the neighborhood in search of candy. I am pretty sure the neighbors aren't handing out Enfamil samples...but if they were!!!!Gram bought you 3 costumes for your first Trick or Treat. I am not sure which one you liked best. I think that you definately make a cute Winnie the Pooh!

I took your picture in all 3 costumes and sent a little greeting card to our friends.

Tonight, Nana and Pap are coming to enjoy a crockpot dinner and then hand out candy with us. Your cousin Parker is coming too. Our neighborhood is the perfect place for candy grabbing and he is 9 so...

Tonight, we will be handing out an assortment of Pop's candy board items, hershey bars, a mixed collection of the junk your daddy has brought home recently and hasn't eaten, and 50 lucky treaters will be getting a coupon for a free Jr. Frosty at Wendys.

Although there isn't any candy for you, I can still fill your bag up with other treats: 1extra this little piggie on each foot, 3 more minutes in the bath-tub to splash, 1 more story, a stroller ride somewhere new since you love to nose-poke, a couple more giggles and a few more kisses. Thatsalotta loot kid!

You are my favorite treat...spit up and all!

Love,

Mommy

A morning person

Dear Audrey:

It is official: You are a morning person. I found you in your crib this morning, blinking up at the ceiling and smiling. I asked you: "What's the name of the angel you are talking to?" You just gave me a gummy grin. No matter how poorly you may have slept the night before, the sunrise wipes the slate clean.

I brought you downstairs and laid you on the couch, where you wriggled and cooed long enough for me to make coffee and eat my cornflakes.

Your eyes are like sparkling stars in the morning. It's like your pleased to meet a new person for the first time or you have missed me after a long trip. It is a gift that god offers just to me every morning, as you stretch to fit into the new day and wipe the sleepies from your eyes.

I love when it is just you and me and the morning .

mom

Week 10
Guess what? Your baby can pick out his parents' faces in a group. His eyes widen and shine and he wiggles with glee when someone familiar comes near. He's ready and willing to hone his social skills, so make him part of family activities-bring him to the table during dinner, or put him in a carrier sling while you work. He loves your company as much as you love his.

2 months old

Audrey had her 2 month check up this week.
She is 12 lbs 14 oz and 23 1/4 inches long.

She is in the 75th to 90th percentile for all her measurements. She did well with her shots.

She made the trip to my parents in the same day, but when we arrived the shot reaction began and she screamed and cried for awhile, her legs a bit swollen.

She did manage to sleep 9 hours without waking, not sure if the tylenol helped. She is getting cuter everyday.

Dear Audrey aka LaLa

I have decided that you may never answer to your given name, because Gram and I make up new names for you daily. First you were Peanut Butter, and that got inevitably shortened to Peanut. But, lately, you have been LaLa. It has sort of stuck to you. Gram sings La - LA and says "hey...Lala!" and now...well...Audrey you are Lala.

You are such a funny little girl. You smile so big in the morning and laugh more often.

This weekend, you made it through 5 hours of apple harvest festival without a peep. You love to look around and face outward now. You recognize me from across the room and it warms my heart.

I can talk to you and you babble back a little, sometimes it is like we are holding a real conversation.

Lala, you are such a beautiful soul...I see it already shining through in your eyes. I experienced a taste of it today when I held you in my arms and walked through the lobby and into the main worship venue at church and you suddenly stilled and stared upward, like God himself was speaking to you, like you knew the song of worship the choir was singing. As with all things that center around you, it brought tears of JOY to my eyes. Your soul remembers the potters hands.

Love,

Mommy