Dear Jorie,
This week you are 11 weeks old. You had your two month check up (a little late) yesterday. You are 24 Inches Long and exactly 10 lbs. Still long and lean! You're in the 20th percentile for weight, and following right along on your own growth curve. You charmed everyone at the office, smiling and giggling at the nurses. The doctor said you are really strong for your age, which means that as soon as you start sitting up we will have to move you into the crib from the bassinet.
You had to get your shots at this visit, three of them, and you took them like a champ. You cried a bit for the second and third shots, but as soon as I swaddled you and started rocking you, you quieted right down. You were a little fussy later on, I think your legs hurt from the shots, but you're back to your normal smiley self this morning.
This week, Your Father and I have been busy moving us into our new house. This past Sunday was the big push, moving all the heavy stuff. Your Uncles Mike and Farley showed up to help out, as did your Grandpa O. Our house is now filled with boxes stacked in every room!
We've been staying at the house since Sunday, although it's still not really set up. You will have your own room as soon as we get everything set up in there! I think this weekend we'll spend some time getting your room together, setting up the crib and putting up the shelves. I want to make a roman shade for your room too, I have all the stuff to make it already.
Last night while you were in the MamaRoo, Your Father and I saw you reach up and swat at the hanging toys. It was such a deliberate movement, much more so than you've made before. When you realized that swatting them made them spin, you laughed and did it again.
We're coming up fast on the date when I will have to go back to work. While I'm really looking forward to being back at work, I'm getting more and more apprehensive about not being with you all day. I'm so used to being able to spend all my time around you, I'm going to miss you so much when I go back to work. But in the end, I know it's worth it, because it lets you grow up in a house with a yard and a puppy.
I love you Baby Girl.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
10 weeks old!
Dear Jorie,
I'm not doing too well with these letters, am I? I know it's no excuse, but I've been having trouble finding time to sit and write these to you. Every day is filled with so many small adventures, from going for walks to spending time with your grandparents.
This week you met your cousin for the first time. Her name is Sienna and she's 13 years old right now. She was completely infatuated with you as soon as she met you. On Friday, she spent close to three hours just holding you. She kept saying how cute you were.
Tomorrow we close on our house. The house you will grow up in! Me and your Father are really excited. We've been working really hard to get to this point, and we're both ready to have some more space. I'm excited to be able to set up a real nursery for you, and to have the amazing rocking chair that's currently at your Grandma and Grandpa O's house. There are so many things we have for you that we haven't been able to use because we didn't have space to set them up. It's so amazing to think that we're buying the house that you will remember having grown up in.
You're getting to be quite a little "talker" now. You laugh and coo and squeak. Your Grandpa O thinks you sound like a baby dinosaur. You play games with us too, your Father will stick out his tongue and hum, and you will stick your tongue back out at him and then laugh.
Your other big new trick is sucking your thumb, although me and your father are less thrilled about that one (even if it is really cute!) I'll let you in on a secret, your father sucked his thumb till he was six! Now that you've finally figured out how to stick your thumb out so you can suck it, we've had a rough time convincing you that the paci is better. You've even rubbed a little raw spot under your bottom lip from so much thumb sucking!
We've had a rough few days, sleep wise, although I think you're finally starting to get back to your "normal" schedule. You fell asleep early last night, around 9pm, and stubbornly stayed asleep through multiple attempts to wake you up. This meant that unfortunately for your Father and I, you woke up early this morning, right before 7 I think. Not that I'm complaining! It's amazing that you are already sleeping through the night, which lets your father and I get right around 7 or 8 hours of sleep a night.
I love you so much Baby Girl. I'm trying to enjoy these last few weeks before I have to hand you off to someone during the day and go back to work. I'm really nervous about how that's going to go. I know I'm going to miss you like crazy while I'm at work. As much as I'm looking forward to being at work and doing work I enjoy, I've gotten used to being around you all the time. I can't imagine spending eight hours a day away from you! I'm taking comfort in the fact that two days a week, your Father will be staying home with you, and right now the plan is for you to stay with your Great Aunt Ruth for two days a week, so you'll be with family, and you'll get a chance to bond with your Father.
Time seems to move so fast now, You're getting so big already. Slow down Baby Girl, You don't have to grow up so fast!
I love you.
I'm not doing too well with these letters, am I? I know it's no excuse, but I've been having trouble finding time to sit and write these to you. Every day is filled with so many small adventures, from going for walks to spending time with your grandparents.
This week you met your cousin for the first time. Her name is Sienna and she's 13 years old right now. She was completely infatuated with you as soon as she met you. On Friday, she spent close to three hours just holding you. She kept saying how cute you were.
Tomorrow we close on our house. The house you will grow up in! Me and your Father are really excited. We've been working really hard to get to this point, and we're both ready to have some more space. I'm excited to be able to set up a real nursery for you, and to have the amazing rocking chair that's currently at your Grandma and Grandpa O's house. There are so many things we have for you that we haven't been able to use because we didn't have space to set them up. It's so amazing to think that we're buying the house that you will remember having grown up in.
You're getting to be quite a little "talker" now. You laugh and coo and squeak. Your Grandpa O thinks you sound like a baby dinosaur. You play games with us too, your Father will stick out his tongue and hum, and you will stick your tongue back out at him and then laugh.
Your other big new trick is sucking your thumb, although me and your father are less thrilled about that one (even if it is really cute!) I'll let you in on a secret, your father sucked his thumb till he was six! Now that you've finally figured out how to stick your thumb out so you can suck it, we've had a rough time convincing you that the paci is better. You've even rubbed a little raw spot under your bottom lip from so much thumb sucking!
We've had a rough few days, sleep wise, although I think you're finally starting to get back to your "normal" schedule. You fell asleep early last night, around 9pm, and stubbornly stayed asleep through multiple attempts to wake you up. This meant that unfortunately for your Father and I, you woke up early this morning, right before 7 I think. Not that I'm complaining! It's amazing that you are already sleeping through the night, which lets your father and I get right around 7 or 8 hours of sleep a night.
I love you so much Baby Girl. I'm trying to enjoy these last few weeks before I have to hand you off to someone during the day and go back to work. I'm really nervous about how that's going to go. I know I'm going to miss you like crazy while I'm at work. As much as I'm looking forward to being at work and doing work I enjoy, I've gotten used to being around you all the time. I can't imagine spending eight hours a day away from you! I'm taking comfort in the fact that two days a week, your Father will be staying home with you, and right now the plan is for you to stay with your Great Aunt Ruth for two days a week, so you'll be with family, and you'll get a chance to bond with your Father.
Time seems to move so fast now, You're getting so big already. Slow down Baby Girl, You don't have to grow up so fast!
I love you.
Friday, August 10, 2012
8 Weeks old
Dear Jorie,
This week you are eight weeks old. I missed updating last week because we were on Lopez Island, where I had no internet. You went on your first airplane, and did great. You got to meet all of your relatives on the Ross side of the family. You were very social, "talking" and laughing at everyone. Your Great-Grandma Ross spent a lot of time holding you. As usual, everyone loved you.
You keep getting more amazing every day. You are now very interactive, you play simple games, and love to copy people. Your smile is so amazing, it lights up your whole face. I can't describe how amazing it is to see you smile and laugh. Or to watch you interact with people. Knowing that you're actually reacting to what people are saying, or the faces they're making, it's just amazing.
You actually kind of play with your toys now, batting at them and trying to grab them. You're still getting the hang of opening and closing your hands, so you get frustrated sometimes. I'm convinced you have entire one sided conversations with some of your toys, even seeming to get angry at them for something every now and then, like they said something you didn't like.
One of your new habits is to suck on your hand. It looks like your trying to suck your thumb, but you haven't figured out how to stick your thumb out, so you end up just happily noming on your palm. It's really cute, but it results in a lot of drool! So much that I was convinced for a few days that either you were teething really early, or you had thrush.
We got your social security card this week. It's official, you're an American citizen! I just kind of stared at it after I opened it, reading your name over and over. Thinking about everything you will use that name, and that number, for in the future. We still haven't gotten your birth certificate, but I'm sure that's on it's way.
I know I'm not doing a very good job documenting all your adventures, but honestly to me the most important things are some of the smallest. Watching you smile and laugh with your Great-Grandma Ross, Seeing you stick your tongue out at your Grandpa O and then laugh, watching you laugh in your sleep, realizing you've slept through the night for three nights in a row, packing away your newborn sized clothing because you've outgrown it.
Every day you're growing and changing. It's hard to believe how much until I see pictures of you from when you were born and then look at you. You were so tiny and delicate. You're still tiny, and you're no where near chubby, but you look so much more...robust now. You look stronger. I can see the little girl you will be your face now. I simultaneously wan to freeze time and keep you this small forever and fast forward until you're old enough to talk and walk and share experiences with me. I'm so excited about showing the world to you, and watching you grow up, and yet at the same time I feel like this precious time where you're so small and brand new is slipping by so quickly. From what I understand, this feeling is normal, and won't ever go away.
I love you baby girl.
This week you are eight weeks old. I missed updating last week because we were on Lopez Island, where I had no internet. You went on your first airplane, and did great. You got to meet all of your relatives on the Ross side of the family. You were very social, "talking" and laughing at everyone. Your Great-Grandma Ross spent a lot of time holding you. As usual, everyone loved you.
You keep getting more amazing every day. You are now very interactive, you play simple games, and love to copy people. Your smile is so amazing, it lights up your whole face. I can't describe how amazing it is to see you smile and laugh. Or to watch you interact with people. Knowing that you're actually reacting to what people are saying, or the faces they're making, it's just amazing.
You actually kind of play with your toys now, batting at them and trying to grab them. You're still getting the hang of opening and closing your hands, so you get frustrated sometimes. I'm convinced you have entire one sided conversations with some of your toys, even seeming to get angry at them for something every now and then, like they said something you didn't like.
One of your new habits is to suck on your hand. It looks like your trying to suck your thumb, but you haven't figured out how to stick your thumb out, so you end up just happily noming on your palm. It's really cute, but it results in a lot of drool! So much that I was convinced for a few days that either you were teething really early, or you had thrush.
We got your social security card this week. It's official, you're an American citizen! I just kind of stared at it after I opened it, reading your name over and over. Thinking about everything you will use that name, and that number, for in the future. We still haven't gotten your birth certificate, but I'm sure that's on it's way.
I know I'm not doing a very good job documenting all your adventures, but honestly to me the most important things are some of the smallest. Watching you smile and laugh with your Great-Grandma Ross, Seeing you stick your tongue out at your Grandpa O and then laugh, watching you laugh in your sleep, realizing you've slept through the night for three nights in a row, packing away your newborn sized clothing because you've outgrown it.
Every day you're growing and changing. It's hard to believe how much until I see pictures of you from when you were born and then look at you. You were so tiny and delicate. You're still tiny, and you're no where near chubby, but you look so much more...robust now. You look stronger. I can see the little girl you will be your face now. I simultaneously wan to freeze time and keep you this small forever and fast forward until you're old enough to talk and walk and share experiences with me. I'm so excited about showing the world to you, and watching you grow up, and yet at the same time I feel like this precious time where you're so small and brand new is slipping by so quickly. From what I understand, this feeling is normal, and won't ever go away.
I love you baby girl.
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