Sunny has a new wake up time. It’s 5:00am! I’ve always been a morning person but being in Mommy mode at 5:00 is a little tougher than one might imagine. While I’m sleepy eyed trying to shhhhh her back to sleep, she’s darting from one end of my bed to the other. ( I bring her in to my bed every morning to cuddle and sniff her Billy Crystal hair.)
A little cake to celebrate 13 months
She has the energy of a rocket. She is so excited to witness a new day and soak in the morning. She knows that we’ll go downstairs, sit in the reading chair, and cuddle up with a bottle and two books. At the moment she’s obsessed with Dear Zoo and Peeny Butter Fudge ( which is about a Grandma who makes fudge with her grandchildren) she says Yummm about 100 times, that’s my hint that it’s time for breakfast. We venture into the kitchen where I scramble eggs, toast her waffle, and hand her a half of a banana. Lately breakfast is followed my Club crackers-a new obsession, then play, play,play (always with a tu-tu on)
….until she starts screaming Mama!Mama!Mama! Bye-Bye! Which means it’s night-night time and suddenly she’s my baby again in my arms, head on my shoulder, whisked upstairs to her crib. I will never grow tired of coffee and an arm full of sweet baby first thing in the morning.
My Sunshine is 13 months old today. She has a life, a routine, friends, words, new shoes, and a lot of attitude. She’s a little woman now. She babbles non stop and pretends that she’s on the phone all of the time. She picks up her baby dolls and gives them kisses, lots of kisses, and strokes their backs. It makes me think that maybe she thinks that’s what Mama’s do, and I’m grateful for that. She’s brilliant and perfect and wonderful and I love her in an unfamiliar and strangely addictive way. She’s a jumble of smiles and giggles and zerburts. Simply put she’s my favorite girl.
Here are our 13 month rocking chair photos, notice the ponytail!
We say our prayers at night, where we rock and sing a medley of The Dixie Chicks and Beatles hits, while we cuddle in her baby blanket-that once belonged to Uncle Chris. She is safe and loved and protected. She is the most important person in the world, as is every other child on this Earth . Last month I was obsessed with loosing my baby to father time, but as they say, “I’m not who I was, I’m doing much better.”
So welcome 13 months, lets see what else time brings us.
