Dear Bria-

You know what I love about you right now?  How unaware and unashamed you are.  You're smiling all of the time now and boy do you look goofy with your gummy grins!  But that doesn't worry you.  You smile giant smiles anyway.  You're also starting to practice talking and you don't seem overly concerned about sounding just right or not making a mistake.  You do your own thing and you're completely unaware of what other people think of you.  I wish we could all stay babies in that way.

You fell asleep in my arms two hours ago and I didn't have the heart to put you down until just now.  Babies grow up so fast.  So I held you and only two things made me put you down in your crib.  The driving motivator was that I'm tired and want to sleep.  But the second motivator was that I wanted to write down the memory so that I can have it forever.  Thus, this letter.

I love you so much Bria,
~Mom

P.S.  Your coos got really loud the other night and you were practically yelling.

Dear Bria-

Breastfeeding is still not going well for us and I'm frustrated.  Busy circumstances have prevented me from seeing a lactation consultant but I hope to make an appointment next week.  Although I have little faith in lactation consultants after they weren't able to really help us in the hospital.  I'm secretly hoping that your tongue tied.  I doubt it though because you've had two lactation consultants look in your mouth.

You have started smiling and being very responsive to my facial expressions.  Also, you're starting to coo.  If I say "Ahhhh" to you, nine times out of ten, you'll talk back.  I love our little conversations.

We're staying at Nana's this week while we wait for our new (to us) apartment.  I love the time I get to spend focusing on you and not on having a clean house, making dinner, etc...

You've already gone on your first plane ride.  We went to Utah on September 3rd for my sister, Janaye's, wedding.  Your first flight was awesome as you slept the whole time.  I thought your second flight would go even better.  We had a full row to ourselves and I even got to bring your carseat.  However, you were fussy the last hour and I spent my time urgently trying to calm you down.  I must have done a good job because the passengers behind us and ahead of us commented once we were landed that they didn't realize they were near a baby.

I love you,
~Mom

P.S.  You met your Grandma Curtis and she spoiled you with affection.  She held you and held you and held you!  There's a reason why my mom birth 9 children...