Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Meeting More Family
Dear Scarlett,
You are now 4 months old (18 weeks!) and you have spent much of your time recently being a charming hostess to family. First, Nonnie came back to town to reunite with her new favorite person in the world--You. She sang you a new song called Bushel and a Peck, and now whenever you are fussy, I can sing that song and make you smile. It's like a magic trick, although the truth is that you are doing a lot of smiling and laughing these days. Tonight when I was putting you to bed, you kept looking up at me and smiling, trying to get me to play with you. I couldn't make eye contact with you without laughing, so I finally closed my eyes so I could get you to sleep. Eventually, you grew tired of me and passed out.
Last week you met Aunt Robin, Uncle Matt and cousins Jade and Grant. You adored them immediately. Uncle Matt held you and talked to you in a ridiculous voice, and called you Baba. You were smitten. Your cousins loved holding you and taking pictures with you.
This is the tall side of your family, my dear, and judging by your last doctor visit, I'm not sure you're destined to be one of them. At almost 24 inches and almost 15 lbs, you are exactly average for your age. Nonnie told you that this is the only way in which you are average. And I just want you to know, Scarlett, there is nothing wrong with being 5'4"!
This week we're working on sleep training. We're taking it slowly, so it shouldn't be too dramatic, but I did have to leave you in your crib for 40 minutes today while I took a work call. At first I could just hear you shrieking, but you built up to a wail and cried for the rest of my phone call, missing your nap completely. Scarlett: One. Mommy: Zero.
You've also started reaching for things. Anything, really. Toys, books, hair. I constantly have to extract loose pieces of my hair from your fists. This might say more about my hair than about you, though. It seems to be springing off my head at an alarming rate these days. Pops would say I should give some of it to you, since you're still rocking the aging CEO hairstyle. But you always look good to me!
Love,
Mom
You are now 4 months old (18 weeks!) and you have spent much of your time recently being a charming hostess to family. First, Nonnie came back to town to reunite with her new favorite person in the world--You. She sang you a new song called Bushel and a Peck, and now whenever you are fussy, I can sing that song and make you smile. It's like a magic trick, although the truth is that you are doing a lot of smiling and laughing these days. Tonight when I was putting you to bed, you kept looking up at me and smiling, trying to get me to play with you. I couldn't make eye contact with you without laughing, so I finally closed my eyes so I could get you to sleep. Eventually, you grew tired of me and passed out.
Last week you met Aunt Robin, Uncle Matt and cousins Jade and Grant. You adored them immediately. Uncle Matt held you and talked to you in a ridiculous voice, and called you Baba. You were smitten. Your cousins loved holding you and taking pictures with you.
This is the tall side of your family, my dear, and judging by your last doctor visit, I'm not sure you're destined to be one of them. At almost 24 inches and almost 15 lbs, you are exactly average for your age. Nonnie told you that this is the only way in which you are average. And I just want you to know, Scarlett, there is nothing wrong with being 5'4"!
This week we're working on sleep training. We're taking it slowly, so it shouldn't be too dramatic, but I did have to leave you in your crib for 40 minutes today while I took a work call. At first I could just hear you shrieking, but you built up to a wail and cried for the rest of my phone call, missing your nap completely. Scarlett: One. Mommy: Zero.
You've also started reaching for things. Anything, really. Toys, books, hair. I constantly have to extract loose pieces of my hair from your fists. This might say more about my hair than about you, though. It seems to be springing off my head at an alarming rate these days. Pops would say I should give some of it to you, since you're still rocking the aging CEO hairstyle. But you always look good to me!
Love,
Mom
Monday, July 26, 2010
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Funny girl
Dear Scarlett,
You have been very busy this past couple of weeks. You've started laughing, really belly laughing, which is just about the best sound I have ever heard. Dad made you laugh first over at Darren and Kate's in Piedmont. He wasn't really doing much, so apparently you just think his face is goofy. Now you have laughed for me and for Nonnie, though when I try to get it on video, you become very somber. Luckily, Darren is quicker than me and snapped a great photo of your very first laugh.
This week you have mastered rolling from your back to your stomach, something the mom's group moms assured me would not happen for several more months. You practiced for a couple of days, whining when you got stuck, and then one morning, you just flipped, and now we can't keep you on your back at all (except to sleep.)
Last week you also noticed that we have cats. You stared right at Smokey one morning, and then later that afternoon when Emma climbed up on the couch next to us, you petted her with a tiny fist. You still don't seem to know how to relax your hands. Nonnie talked to you about your cats and how you have one skinny gray one and one fat tabby one. Then she got you to run your hand along Smokey's fur and you ripped a big chunk out. Payback for all of Smokey's yelling, I guess. The good news is that he didn't seem terribly upset about it.
You are getting bigger and bigger--turning four months next week--and I just can't believe how everything changes daily. You finally fit into this cute flowery hat, and I was so happy to see you in it, and then Dad said you looked like an inmate. Cutest inmate ever.
Love,
Mom
You have been very busy this past couple of weeks. You've started laughing, really belly laughing, which is just about the best sound I have ever heard. Dad made you laugh first over at Darren and Kate's in Piedmont. He wasn't really doing much, so apparently you just think his face is goofy. Now you have laughed for me and for Nonnie, though when I try to get it on video, you become very somber. Luckily, Darren is quicker than me and snapped a great photo of your very first laugh.
This week you have mastered rolling from your back to your stomach, something the mom's group moms assured me would not happen for several more months. You practiced for a couple of days, whining when you got stuck, and then one morning, you just flipped, and now we can't keep you on your back at all (except to sleep.)
Last week you also noticed that we have cats. You stared right at Smokey one morning, and then later that afternoon when Emma climbed up on the couch next to us, you petted her with a tiny fist. You still don't seem to know how to relax your hands. Nonnie talked to you about your cats and how you have one skinny gray one and one fat tabby one. Then she got you to run your hand along Smokey's fur and you ripped a big chunk out. Payback for all of Smokey's yelling, I guess. The good news is that he didn't seem terribly upset about it.
You are getting bigger and bigger--turning four months next week--and I just can't believe how everything changes daily. You finally fit into this cute flowery hat, and I was so happy to see you in it, and then Dad said you looked like an inmate. Cutest inmate ever.
Love,
Mom
Monday, July 12, 2010
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Friday, July 2, 2010
New Things
Dear Scarlett,
You are 14 weeks old. I should probably say 3 months, since only crazy mothers are still talking in weeks at this point. So anyway, you are 14 weeks old and suddenly have a lot to say. You talk to your rainforest playmat, you talk to the lights on the ceiling, you have lengthy conversations with shirts, and of course you have plenty to say directly to me (mostly cooing, and some shrieking.) You have also figured out how to roll onto your side from your back, and you usually just hang out there, looking at whatever is going on over your shoulder. You are extremely interested in what others are doing, bordering on nosy. You should have seen yourself staring at the two men at a table next to ours at dinner the other night. I apologized for your rudeness, but they thought you were cute. If I had to guess what you are going to be when you grow up, I would say a spy. But you'll have to work on your subtlety.
So far you're tall for your age and swiftly growing out of clothes that are supposed to last until you're 6 months old. It's hard to believe, but almost entirely certain, that you're going to be taller than me one day. You still love to be read to, and our newest books include Guess How Much I Love You, The Paper Bag Princess, Swimmy, and How Do Bears Sleep?
You've also become much more sensitive to the noises around you. I was feeding you during yoga last week when a baby named Hugo started singing loudly to the ceiling fan. You stopped eating, turned bright red, and started to cry. This happened two more times during class. All of a sudden, you are easily distracted. So far the one thing you seem to be able to tune out is Smokey, which I am very grateful for, because he is often so loud and annoying right when you go down for a nap that I have threatened to give him away. Today just as you were falling asleep, he started galloping up and down the hall, screaming like a tiny horse on crack. But you blocked him out. Lucky for him.
You're still an excellent sleeper, mostly going through the night, with a few exceptions. It's still pretty easy to take you places, although you put up a bit of resistance this week when we took you to dinner two nights in a row (once with Ellie, Eric and Emerson and once with Uncle Lem.) You are pretty attached to your bedtime routine, so I know you were wondering why you were at RN74 on Monday instead of in the bathtub. Sorry about that, but we want you to experience all that San Francisco has to offer, even if it happens after 6pm.
This weekend is the 4th of July, so we'll see how you do with the firework noises. My money is on you sleeping through them, and Smokey going totally nuts.
Love,
Mom
You are 14 weeks old. I should probably say 3 months, since only crazy mothers are still talking in weeks at this point. So anyway, you are 14 weeks old and suddenly have a lot to say. You talk to your rainforest playmat, you talk to the lights on the ceiling, you have lengthy conversations with shirts, and of course you have plenty to say directly to me (mostly cooing, and some shrieking.) You have also figured out how to roll onto your side from your back, and you usually just hang out there, looking at whatever is going on over your shoulder. You are extremely interested in what others are doing, bordering on nosy. You should have seen yourself staring at the two men at a table next to ours at dinner the other night. I apologized for your rudeness, but they thought you were cute. If I had to guess what you are going to be when you grow up, I would say a spy. But you'll have to work on your subtlety.
So far you're tall for your age and swiftly growing out of clothes that are supposed to last until you're 6 months old. It's hard to believe, but almost entirely certain, that you're going to be taller than me one day. You still love to be read to, and our newest books include Guess How Much I Love You, The Paper Bag Princess, Swimmy, and How Do Bears Sleep?
You've also become much more sensitive to the noises around you. I was feeding you during yoga last week when a baby named Hugo started singing loudly to the ceiling fan. You stopped eating, turned bright red, and started to cry. This happened two more times during class. All of a sudden, you are easily distracted. So far the one thing you seem to be able to tune out is Smokey, which I am very grateful for, because he is often so loud and annoying right when you go down for a nap that I have threatened to give him away. Today just as you were falling asleep, he started galloping up and down the hall, screaming like a tiny horse on crack. But you blocked him out. Lucky for him.
You're still an excellent sleeper, mostly going through the night, with a few exceptions. It's still pretty easy to take you places, although you put up a bit of resistance this week when we took you to dinner two nights in a row (once with Ellie, Eric and Emerson and once with Uncle Lem.) You are pretty attached to your bedtime routine, so I know you were wondering why you were at RN74 on Monday instead of in the bathtub. Sorry about that, but we want you to experience all that San Francisco has to offer, even if it happens after 6pm.
This weekend is the 4th of July, so we'll see how you do with the firework noises. My money is on you sleeping through them, and Smokey going totally nuts.
Love,
Mom
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