You are now four and half months old—-going on a year it seems. My letter to you is weeks late, but I hope you know it is only late because we are having so much fun. And, I’m tired. But, mostly it’s been fun!
Where to begin? How do I wrap my mind around the changes in the last few weeks? Our lives have gone through multiple transitions and with each one you have, in your typical way, gone with the flow and been a delight. First, Nana was with us all of July. What a blessing it was to have her with us as I transitioned back to work. You spent your days singing songs, playing games, reading book, and all the usual napping, eating, and filling diaper-business.
Going back to work has been a real adjustment, but was made easier knowing that the first few weeks you were with Nana and at home in a familiar space. We made time to go on outings during the weekends so that you could enjoy summer in Vermont.
We went to Brattleboro for lunch and shopping:
Picked blueberries in Weathersfield, VT:
Hung out at home:
Oh, and you also stopped by my work with Daddy!:
Oh, and spent some time at “Nana’s house!” That’s the really big news! Nana and Pa are thisclose to owning a house just a few doors down from us. Whoopie! The paperwork is still in process, but their offer has been accepted and you will now be able to see Nana and Pa every October-December starting in 2012. I am so happy that for part of the year you will have more family nearby and that they will be able to share the holidays with us. Oh, and Nana’s birthday. Very important stuff.
This month you have really found your voice and you coo all the time. You are particularly chatty after you eat or when you are put down to sleep. You talk to yourself as you fall asleep and it so darn sweet. You are a little stingy with your laughter, but when you do giggle it is incredible. While you may not laugh all the time, you do smile non-stop. NON-STOP! Every morning, you wake up chatting (!) and then Daddy and I greet you the same way every morning. In our sing-song voice we say, “Good morning to you! You live in a zoo!” This tickles you to no end and you practically snort with joy. There is nothing better in the world than waking up this way. Every day, without fail.
You are thriving on routine and our bedtime is now locked in. We start bathtime at 6:30pm, followed by books, nursing, and our songs. I rock you for a bit and then put you down by 7pm. We had a real tough time with your 4-month sleep regression where you went back to waking up as often as you did when you were a newborn. Those were not good days/weeks! Thankfully, you are back to waking up twice a night, which is totally do-able and fine. You wake up somewhere between 6-7am ready to play and face the day.
So. Daycare. The big, scary monster in the room. Your first day was two weeks ago. I can’t sugar-coat it—-that day was, without a doubt, one of the most heart-wrenching of my life. I sobbed all day and was a complete wreck. You didn’t eat a whole lot that day, which was worrying, and like all things that are difficult, it felt like I would feel that way forever. By day two? You were fine.
I am taking Wednesday afternoons off in August and Daddy has summer Fridays, which has really helped to break up the week. The thing is: you love your time at daycare. You smile at your teachers when you are carried in and they adore you. I love to read your little daily report cards where they say things like, “Avery lights up the room when she smiles.” You get great playtime and I know you are well taken care of. I rush out of work the first second I can to get you and nothing brings me more joy than to scoop you up and gobble up your cheeks.
I expected to feel miserable forever, but the truth is, I know you will do just fine and will actually be more than okay. It’s just your personality. You are observant and thoughtful and I know you know you are loved. By us. By your teachers. By everyone. You are just as happy as can be.
You light up our lives.