Little Lion

Yes, you my little Bryn. You have this funny little roar that has gotten louder and stronger. I love it. You still squeak, but now your voice changes as you "talk" to me. You've been eating puffs for a couple weeks, those melt in your mouth cereal bits. You really like them, at least the ones you get in your mouth.

You've been playing with Brea's dollhouse, the one that makes noises and it holds your interest for a long time. You also like jumping in your jumper, and you just take off, spinning in circles and talking. It's pretty funny. I need to put a blanket underneath your toes though, because you got little carpet burns from jumping so much. I felt bad. Brea is playing a lot better with you, and she is teaching you how to clap. You look at her with wonder and have been reaching for her face to give her kisses. She thinks it funny to make you laugh, and she's the best one for the job! We have to work hard for your laughs, because most of the time your observant and thoughtful. You give out smiles all the time, but laughs are reserved for the good things. You've laughed hard at bouncing balls, Brea bumping your arm, Brea playing peek-a-boo, and sneezes. Of course there's more, but those times of laughing were hysterical and you didn't stop for a long time!

I can tell that you want to crawl more now. You've figured out other ways to get from area to area without crawling- rolling, twisting, then rolling some more can get you just about anywhere you need to be. I think you know that it's not very efficient, so you usually end up getting tired and frustrated. It'll come soon, my little lady!

I'm feeling a bit sad as I see you getting bigger and bigger. I just want to cherish every moment and snuggle with you while I get to. The other night you woke up in the middle of the night and I just held you, rocked you and loved you. You would lift your head and eyes to see my face, then snuggle in on my chest. I wasn't sure if you were hungry, teething, or just wanted me, but I soaked up that whole night. You love to just lay your head on my chest when you're tired. Only in those moments can you completely relax. Most of the day you wiggle about to look, search, and play with everything in sight.

Now that Brea goes to preschool, we get to play together, just you and me. It's nice. I'm gonna cherish it because I know how fast you'll grow up!

I love you little lion,

Mommy