Tales of an American moveable family
From the category archives:
Dear Susana,
Last week you turned 13 months old and seemed very intent on turning the corner into fullblown toddlerhood, leaving your baby days far behind.
Friends told me that at this age you will just start changing so much, day to day, developing more and more skill and independence. And they were so right. Some days you wake up seeming like a whole new person from the kid we put to bed the night before.
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Dear Susana,
Your mother is lame. Sorry to break it to you, but it’s probably better that you learned this now. How else to explain why your monthly letter is now a biannual?
When last we left you, you were just starting to roll over both ways and experimenting with solid food. Oh, how things have changed! [click to continue...]
Dear Susana,
Today you are actually seven months old, so now is when I want to be writing a newsletter all about your sixth month, right? Seriously, there really was so much to say, so much new going on, and so many new changes every day, that I didn’t want to go to press prematurely, for fear we’d miss something.
(Then again, this is is a blog. Where else could I post instant updates and edits like the “She hates bananas/No, loves bananas!/No, seriously, ‘What? you want me to eat, bananas?!” that has typified life with you, lately.)
Dear Susana,
Tuesday you were five months old and, as is currently your custom, you were up to greet the day about 4:30 a.m. local time. You still go to sleep in the evenings quite easily, but you still wake up hungry at least once in the middle of the night and sometimes twice or more. And, lately, you’ve also started waking up rarin’ to go earlier and earlier—one day last week it was 3. Usually, you’re only up for an hour or so and then back down. But this? This is why I am now barely able to remember my own name during the day, let alone keep the blog updated.
What really puzzles us is how much you are a morning person. From which dark recessive gene did this emerge? It’s certainly not a sentiment with which your dad or I are acquainted. I get you up to change your diaper and you immediately drop the groggy face and just start chatting away: “Ooooh! Aaaah! Whoo!! Hahahahahaha!! Baa! Whaa! Haa! ” *grin.*
Oh, lord, you are lucky you are so cute.
