Tuesday, December 4, 2012

A belated 3 month letter...

Dear Bowen,

Last week, your daddy reminded me what we were doing a year ago at this time.  We were praying for you.  We were praying that God would see fit to bless us with you.  We wanted you with us so badly.  We still pray for you now – and we always will.

You’re 3 months old now.  I think you look more and more like your Papa Jerry every day.  Your hair is starting to poke up, and on the top of your head, it looks like duckling fuzz.  It’s so soft.

Your clothes are size 3 months – except footed stuff.  It’s too short and so we have to put you in 3-6 month footie pajamas.  You’re a long guy.  You’ll be taller than me before I know it.

You still love baths.  You have a couple of duckies that you like to kick against the side of the tub.  You've started splashing around more, and water in your face doesn't faze you at all.

You’ve started talking more and more.  You mimic my facial expressions and when I stick my tongue out, sometimes you stick yours out too.  I’m teaching you bad habits, I know, but these first interactions are the most amazing thing that I’ve ever experienced.  You still have a very serious and pensive expression most of the time, but your smile can light up a room. 

You’re still an excellent eater, and I love the time that we’ve spent together nursing. 

You love to wiggle, and this week, you rolled over from your belly to your back – and you meant to.  You worked and worked at it and you almost gave up once you made it to your side, but we cheered and cheered and you finally made it all the way over.

You've started sleeping pretty well.  You usually go to bed between 7PM and 8PM and don’t wake up until 4AM or 5AM.  We still have a couple of middle of the night feedings every week, but it’s really just a good excuse to steal extra snuggles.  I miss you so much while I’m at work!

You finally moved into your room and out of ours.  You're sleeping in your crib now, and even though it took a couple of nights to get used to, you transitioned like a champ. 

You’ve started grabbing for things and holding on so tight!  You love to hold your hands!  Mostly it’s people that you grab onto, but there are a few toys that you seem to like.

You were Yoda for Halloween.  We trick or treated at Nene’s house and at Ben and Rebecca’s.  Then we went home to give out candy.

You mostly slept through Thanksgiving, but you’re not exactly into turkey yet anyway.  

You're getting so big so fast.  You're growing up in front of our eyes.  Every day, I watch a new leaf of your personality unfurl.  I pray that you will inherit our best traits, and that you will forgive us our shortcomings.  I hope you grow up knowing that no one is perfect, but you should still do your personal best.  People all have different strengths and talents, but no one will ever be better or worse than you because we are all children of the same loving God.  You have a world of opportunity in front of you.

You are loved.  You are loved by me and by many.


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