I'm just updating some dates...
July 1, 2008 Sitting up at 5 1/2 months, perfected July 11 (almost 6 months)
September 15, CRAWLING!! almost 8 months
January 2, 2008 Standing up 11 1/2 months Falling a couple steps
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Birthday Bryn
January 9, 2009
This month you'll be one, and I feel sad. I love you to bits, and you're so much fun! You still are a baby to me, but I look back and see how much you've grown and I feel sad. I know I say it over and over, but I just want to capture every moment, to box it up and savor it. To be able to recall at any given moment your smell, your giggle, your cry, and your little voice as it tries to make words. I worry that I can't, and I worry that I didn't capture it all in pictures or tapes. I know that I have, and I've done my best, but no matter what I do, time passes and you grow up. I sometimes wish life had a pause button or a rewind. I might use a fast forward during some nights that seem to make you sad and cry, but mostly I want to slow it all down. When I was little time seemed endless. I remember sitting in my room, supposed to be taking a nap and wishing I could be older so I wouldn't have to. It seemed like an eternity until Christmas every year, but now Christmas comes ever too quickly.
Tonight was a hard night, and you've had several the last couple weeks. I don't know if you're teething- which is highly possible, or if you're just gassy or just want to play and not sleep. But I rock you and we sing, you point out things in the dark and I whisper to you what they are. You speak in "sentences," not one word fragments, but several words put together undecipherably except a few mamas in between. I can tell when you ask a question by the intonation in your voice. You're learning so much and it's fun to see how well you listen now. About a month ago you would want to stand up in the bathtub and you didn't understand when I'd tell you "no," and that you'd have to get out if you didn't sit on your bottom. Several times in a row you had to get out early, and I didn't know if you understood why. But tonight in your bath, you started to stand up and I gently said "no, sit on your bottom please." And you looked at me, sat down, then grinned at me proudly. You also climb all the way up the stairs by yourself (we're behind you of course). That started last month. Today you snuck away, though, in a moment of confusion, and I followed your voice all the way upstairs to find you had closed the gate and were watching out the stair rails. You're really fast! A game you get excited about is when Brea chases us upstairs. You laugh and wiggle your arms and legs to speed me up. You like to catch Brea to, so I'll hold you in front of me and we'll chase her around. You crack up and I love it!
You' ve started throwing some temper tantums a bit. If Brea takes your toy you'll yell and hit your arms on the floor. And if you want something and we aren't fast enough or don't understand you'll yell too. You've started defending yourself a bit with Brea, and you'll push her away if you don't want her to touch you, or you'll take your toys back. Most of the time though, you're the one that gets picked on, so I'm glad to see you fending for yourself.
1st Christmas
December 2008
My Christmas Bryn,
You are starting to stand up alone, for a second longer each day, and a bit more stable. I lead you around, your hands reaching up to mine and we walk wherever you want to go. I try to sneak a hand back, but you stop walking, tilt your head back to look up at me and smile. Nothin' gets by you. You really like to be near me at all times. I think your favorite place besides in my arms is pulling yourself up by my pant leg and standing beside me. Many times you're only content with me holding you. You've been getting more clingy lately. This is new to me because Brea never went through it. It's easy to get frustrated, but when I stop what I'm doing and enjoying the moment with you, it's priceless. You snuggle so well, stretching your arms out to clutch my shoulders tightly like a bear hug. I rub your back and bottom and you rest your head under my chin. You smell so good, melded to my body and you're completley still and content. Your cheeks are perfectly kissable, so squishy and soft. I love them.
I love playing with you, and you talk constantly. Most things I cannot understand, and some I'm sure I just make up (but they sound great), but many are real words and are meaningful. You say "day-dew mama" a ton throughout the day, and I'm sure that it's "thank you mama" because it's always when I give you things. You even switch it to "day-dew Bay" when Brea shares. Sometimes Brea is pronounced absolutely clearly, other times it's not, but in context makes sense. You've said all done, yeah, bye-bye, hey, ruff-ruff, ba-ba or ba (bottle), puppah (puppy), Chester- perfectly clearly, grandma and papa, and more. It's fun. Constant chatter. You've started pointing now, which is neat because then I know what you want or are interested in.
Christmas was fun, you liked opening and ripping the wrapping paper. Your favorite toy may be the horse that Granna and Papa gave to you and Brea for early birthday gifts. You pet it and stroke its nose. You also like the farmhouse and animals you got from Granna and Papa and play with those while Brea plays with the dollhouse. You liked baby Stephen and were very interested in baby Lyla. I was surprised at how gentle you were when you touched them.
In general you like to do what Brea does, but you don't always like how she hugs and squeezes you. You are sharing a lot already, and you give Brea toys in the car and she'll give you some back. She also gives you food when you ask. You don't always understand or have patience for the way Brea plays with you, but you love her and she can make you laugh like no other. At night if you cry, I can hear Brea sing you songs and say, "it's okay, Bryn, I'm here, Brea's here." She'll sing "Bryn Elizabeth, I love you" and make up words as she goes. She mimicks me a lot of the time, and she definitely mothers you and wants to make you happy. It's sweet to watch your interactions together.
As always, I love you more than I can say,
Mommy
My Christmas Bryn,
You are starting to stand up alone, for a second longer each day, and a bit more stable. I lead you around, your hands reaching up to mine and we walk wherever you want to go. I try to sneak a hand back, but you stop walking, tilt your head back to look up at me and smile. Nothin' gets by you. You really like to be near me at all times. I think your favorite place besides in my arms is pulling yourself up by my pant leg and standing beside me. Many times you're only content with me holding you. You've been getting more clingy lately. This is new to me because Brea never went through it. It's easy to get frustrated, but when I stop what I'm doing and enjoying the moment with you, it's priceless. You snuggle so well, stretching your arms out to clutch my shoulders tightly like a bear hug. I rub your back and bottom and you rest your head under my chin. You smell so good, melded to my body and you're completley still and content. Your cheeks are perfectly kissable, so squishy and soft. I love them.
I love playing with you, and you talk constantly. Most things I cannot understand, and some I'm sure I just make up (but they sound great), but many are real words and are meaningful. You say "day-dew mama" a ton throughout the day, and I'm sure that it's "thank you mama" because it's always when I give you things. You even switch it to "day-dew Bay" when Brea shares. Sometimes Brea is pronounced absolutely clearly, other times it's not, but in context makes sense. You've said all done, yeah, bye-bye, hey, ruff-ruff, ba-ba or ba (bottle), puppah (puppy), Chester- perfectly clearly, grandma and papa, and more. It's fun. Constant chatter. You've started pointing now, which is neat because then I know what you want or are interested in.
Christmas was fun, you liked opening and ripping the wrapping paper. Your favorite toy may be the horse that Granna and Papa gave to you and Brea for early birthday gifts. You pet it and stroke its nose. You also like the farmhouse and animals you got from Granna and Papa and play with those while Brea plays with the dollhouse. You liked baby Stephen and were very interested in baby Lyla. I was surprised at how gentle you were when you touched them.
In general you like to do what Brea does, but you don't always like how she hugs and squeezes you. You are sharing a lot already, and you give Brea toys in the car and she'll give you some back. She also gives you food when you ask. You don't always understand or have patience for the way Brea plays with you, but you love her and she can make you laugh like no other. At night if you cry, I can hear Brea sing you songs and say, "it's okay, Bryn, I'm here, Brea's here." She'll sing "Bryn Elizabeth, I love you" and make up words as she goes. She mimicks me a lot of the time, and she definitely mothers you and wants to make you happy. It's sweet to watch your interactions together.
As always, I love you more than I can say,
Mommy
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