My Ada Louise,
You’ve
become the star of the single’s ward. You’re quite the adorable distraction. Every time we go to church I get nervous for our flight to
Italy, but I’m hoping that between your charm (and good behavior) and some
survival kits, we’ll make it okay. Your desire to move is coupled with the knowledge that you can pretty much get anywhere you want to
go--between rolling and scooting. I think it makes you basically uncontainable. You pat everything furiously before picking it
up. It’s like you make sure it’s good and dead before you risk grasping it with your hand.
Speaking of hand, yours got hurt last week and it was a reminder that many more injuries are sure to follow. Neither of us took it very well. You would throw
both of your arms back, followed by your head and open your mouth to let out
the most heartbreaking I-don’t-understand-this-pain cry. I’m not very proud of how I responded either. I was panicky and
frantic. Not at all like the picture of calm and poise that I’ve always wanted to
be in a scary situation.
Ada
Louise, I am enamored with you. You bring me so much joy. I love watching your
little hands grab tiny specks on the carpet. I love watching your fingers as
they try to grab my hair while I sit above you and sing. I love nursing you and
listening to your sweet gulping sounds. I love putting you to sleep and
whispering about all the beautiful things we get to do the next day. I love
your smiles and giggles and your ticklish thighs.
You
have been waking up once a night for the past week or so. I was annoyed at
first, wondering why it was 2 AM and I was walking to your room to pick up my
crying girl. (Remember this whole sleeping for 10 hours straight business?) But last night was different. When I finally awoke, your cries
seemed to have elevated to more of a wail. I wondered how long you had been
crying for me to come. I quickly let you know I was there and picked you up. I
stroked your cheek as I fed you and watched your little hands move. You fell
asleep eating. As I changed your diaper as carefully as I could, your little
eyes popped open but you laid there calmly as I finished. I zipped up your
jammies and scooped you up. Then I turned off the lamp. You quickly fell limp
in my arms, allowing me to trace your features with my fingers and hold you
while I stroked your fuzzy hair. It was
the second time that day that you fell asleep in my arms. I couldn’t help but
think what a lucky Mama I am.
I
can’t wait to travel the world with you, my curious girl. You so seldom hold
still. It’s as if you’re running from time. Even though it’s catching up and
you’re growing so big I can hardly stand it, I am constantly amazed at how much
I love every new phase with you.
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