Sunday, June 7, 2015

Three Months

Oh Alamae, my sweet three month old, my fourth child, the one who I worry I am forcing into independence far sooner than any of my other babies ever were. I put you in your swing, and you sleep for hours, giving me a chance to read with your siblings or desperately try to stay on top of the piles of laundry that plague me.  You nap longer than any of my children ever have, seeming to know that my time has become increasingly divided. I have always taken so much pride in not being the busy type, and yet I have spent your infancy with a to-do list ticker taping through my mind. I just hope that what you have missed out on with regards to my rapt attention, you have gained through the love of three older siblings who all adore you.

Our family doctor assures me you are getting plenty of attention by virtue of breast feeding and co-sleeping, assurances I appreciate but also don't fully accept. You seem to be developing at lightening speed, and I wonder, are you trying to gain extra notice by shedding your infancy boringness and replacing it with premature babbling and tongue thrusting and mouth bubbles? It's working. It is hard to ignore giggles that sound remarkably similar to a cry, but are accompanied by the happiest eyes, eyes the color of which is yet to be determined, although I'm putting my money on blue.

These past few weeks your rolls have increased, and Oma and Molly seemed to have taught you to kiss, open mouthed gummy kisses that land on the nose. If you weren't swinging and sleeping right this moment, I would try to get one out of you because they are among the best things I have ever experienced.

Alamae James, I love you. We all do.


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  1. Oh my, isn't she just absolutely beautiful? Behind your lovely words, the poignancy of how quickly time passes touches me. (And I love how you've dressed her - my Mum would have called that a 'romper suit'.)

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  2. oh the cute. and an old lady floral print to boot. you're doing everything right, rach!

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    1. Old lady florals for the win, always.

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  3. You express yourself so well! I feel it as I read it. My neighbor has five children, including a 2 month old. Between them all that baby spends so little time outside of someone's squeeze, squish hug or lap. He's like a little doll and even his brothers adore him and fawn over him. I think those tail end babies might have the advantage, after all ;) Alamae is as beautiful as her name!

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    1. Man Laura, you sure are good for the old self-esteem. Thanks lady. And I'll tell you, I think I'd pick being 4th over 1sr. That first one is a giant experiment.

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