Sunday, March 27, 2016

Nugget Year 3

Dear Willa,

You've grown in so many ways in the past year. Taller, longer hair, bigger feet. Exponentially more words. In some ways more adventurous. In other ways more cautious. But one thing hasn't changed. You're silliness and infectious laugh that never fails to make me smile.

There is so much you've learned in the last year. Counting (I think you're up to 11 or 12 without much help from us), the alphabet, colors and shapes. I'm so impressed with what you have learned at school and picked up from watching Little Einsteins or Doc McStuffins.

I wasn't really worried about how you would react to a new baby in the house. But from the moment you met Greta, you've loved her. The first week she was home you wanted to help by changing her diaper. Of course, I couldn't let you do that so I convinced you to change the diaper on your baby doll.

When I bring Greta into your classroom and the other kids inevitably gather around to ooh and aah over the baby, you stand next to her declaring, "MY baby Greta" in case there were any doubts as to who was her big sister. It is so sweet.


Your favorite colors right now are pink and purple. You love Doc McStuffins, Frozen and The Little Mermaid. Though we went through a pretty serious Little Einsteins phase last summer. You'd eat mac and cheese every day if I let you. Though you do still love rice and beans, and you often ask to have fish for dinner.

(Photo by Sassypants Photography

Monkey (the Wubbanub I cut the pacifier off of two years ago) must still be in your hand to fall asleep. And Pillow was, up until a few months ago, as important. Long story short, Pillow got an irreparable hole in it. So I took you shopping and let you pick out a new pillow. You picked out a Frozen pillow and right away had to sleep with it. You've never had any trouble transitioning to the new pillow and haven't mentioned your old Pillow at all.

You love to play with your Little People dollhouse and "be a princess." Sometimes you want to be a specific princess, Elsa or Anna, but sometimes you just go in to your dress up trunk and pull out an outfit. You'll declare, "I'm so pretty" and curtsy at us or spin around giggling.

A couple weeks ago I told you you were pretty and you told me, "I'm not pretty. I'm not wearing a dress." My heart broke at the realization that you already associate being pretty with certain clothes. I now tell you every day how pretty you are no matter what you're wearing. I hope you'll see yourself through my eyes some day and realize just how pretty you are.

We took you on your first camp out last weekend. You were so excited to sleep in a tent and had so much fun running back and forth from tent to tent with your cousins. When we went to sleep that night you crawled in between me and Daddy. Later that night I rolled over and watched you as you slept. I was in awe of how beautiful you are.

Happy 3rd birthday, my beautiful, sweet Nugget, my baby girl.

I love you,

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Butternut Month 8

Dear Greta,

There were times in the last few months I didn't think we'd ever reach this point... sleeping (mostly) through the night! I stopped feeding you when you'd wake up. One night I was so exhausted I went back to sleep inadvertently when I heard you crying and next thing I knew it was morning. After that you started sleeping through the night more often. You still on the occasional night will wake up, but all you need is your paci back in your mouth. I must say I think we're all much happier (and better rested) this month.

My breastfeeding plan with you once I got settled into the working/pumping routine after returning from maternity leave was to go until at least six months. We got to six months and pumping was still going great, and I still had some reserve of milk left so I decided to go until seven months, maybe eight. It was clear several months ago that I wasn't pumping as much as you were drinking at daycare. So at seven months you had eaten up all the reserve. I made the decision to keep going but supplement the extra bottles at daycare with formula since there was only a month left of cold and flu season. Well, we made it a week shy of eight months. It's not easy to work full time and breastfeed/pump. I'm proud to have breastfed you as long I as I did.  

You love to stand up. Last week, I even saw you standing when I know no one put you in that position. Which means you pulled yourself up all on your own. Oof, I don't know if I'm ready for what that means is coming very soon.

Like your sister at this age, you love to play with Cooper's dishes. If I'm not paying attention, and you're in the kitchen with me, you will make a beeline for those dishes. They now spend a lot of time on our kitchen counter so you don't make too much of a mess.

Your teachers at daycare have been telling us that you move around the room and like to give the other babies kisses. I think they're being a little naive because I think your real goal is to eat their faces as that's what it feels like when I get kisses from you.

These days you are making a lot more noise... babbling and cooing. You like to blow raspberries and cluck your tongue. You also growl sometimes deep in your throat that sounds a little disturbing if I hear it while not looking at you. I keep trying to catch it on camera but have been unsuccessful so far. I will catch it someday.

Happy eight months, sweet G!