I'm sorry that I'm failing at these letters to you. I want to write more. I really do.
You are the best baby. We went strawberry picking the other day and you were so good. When I say "we" I meant Dallin, Akarie, and me. You stayed behind with my friend. And you were fine! She never once heard you cry. All the moms in play group wonder at what a great baby you are. I need to remember that during your few fussy hours every day.
This morning I discovered that you had cut a second tooth! I'm sad to say that I can't remember if I wrote about your first tooth in my monthly blog letters. Heaven knows, I haven't written it here. I'm scared to go back and see when's the last time I wrote you. I try to be a cup is half-full type of mom. Therefore, at least you get letters at all, right? A few is better than none.
Okay, back on topic. You are an amazing, two-toothed baby. And so happy. You smile all the time and it's pretty easy to make to laugh. All I have to do is laugh and you'll laugh right back at me, or err.. with me. Right? Riiiight?
You're also a tough baby. Dallin and Akarie are pretty mean to you. They're constantly hitting you. I've caught them several times whacking your fingers when you're standing and getting into something. They'll smash your fingers in an attempt to get you to sit down. All I can say is that they're making you into one tough baby.
Today, you almost got seriously hurt. Dallin climbed on the high chair and made the tray fall down. You happened to be crawling almost exactly where it fell. Thankfully, it only grazed you but my heart was in my throat. Your brother obviously didn't do this on purpose. I wasn't mad.
I love you Bria. So much. Just as much as Dallin and Akarie despite the fact that they have a million more letters than you when they were your age. I am so sorry. Third child woes. I say that all of the time, but Bria, I really do completely understand. I'm a fourth child (technically fifth) myself and I get the problems. Being a mom now, I understand the other side too, though. Not enough time to do all that I want to do.
I love you,
~Mom
You are the best baby. We went strawberry picking the other day and you were so good. When I say "we" I meant Dallin, Akarie, and me. You stayed behind with my friend. And you were fine! She never once heard you cry. All the moms in play group wonder at what a great baby you are. I need to remember that during your few fussy hours every day.
This morning I discovered that you had cut a second tooth! I'm sad to say that I can't remember if I wrote about your first tooth in my monthly blog letters. Heaven knows, I haven't written it here. I'm scared to go back and see when's the last time I wrote you. I try to be a cup is half-full type of mom. Therefore, at least you get letters at all, right? A few is better than none.
Okay, back on topic. You are an amazing, two-toothed baby. And so happy. You smile all the time and it's pretty easy to make to laugh. All I have to do is laugh and you'll laugh right back at me, or err.. with me. Right? Riiiight?
You're also a tough baby. Dallin and Akarie are pretty mean to you. They're constantly hitting you. I've caught them several times whacking your fingers when you're standing and getting into something. They'll smash your fingers in an attempt to get you to sit down. All I can say is that they're making you into one tough baby.
Today, you almost got seriously hurt. Dallin climbed on the high chair and made the tray fall down. You happened to be crawling almost exactly where it fell. Thankfully, it only grazed you but my heart was in my throat. Your brother obviously didn't do this on purpose. I wasn't mad.
I love you Bria. So much. Just as much as Dallin and Akarie despite the fact that they have a million more letters than you when they were your age. I am so sorry. Third child woes. I say that all of the time, but Bria, I really do completely understand. I'm a fourth child (technically fifth) myself and I get the problems. Being a mom now, I understand the other side too, though. Not enough time to do all that I want to do.
I love you,
~Mom
