Monday, February 13, 2012
Dear Dexter (9 month letter to my boy)
You've been on the outside of mommy as long as you were inside my tummy. It's amazing to think that you've gone from a little seed to a smart, happy, curious, MOBILE baby in 18 months. Watching you grow has been and continues to be one of my greatest joys in life.
I love you.
I love your blue eyes and blonde hair. I love that you look like your own little person.
I love that it is so easy to make you smile.
You still have just two tiny teeth. You eat everything you can get your hands on. You would keep feeding yourself finger foods until you exploded. These last few days, you've decided baby food is for babies... hint: You ARE still a baby. Mommy is not ready for you to give up baby food yet. Sloooow down. You just love every bit of independence you are given.
Sometimes when you are not given independence, you just take it.
I love that you started crawling right before you turned 7 months and never looked back. You took your first single step on Saturday, but I couldn't get you to do it again when anyone else was looking. Sweet of you to share that moment with just me, ha! I love that you are so brave.
I love that you are innocent. You have not been changed by the negativity in the world. You have not been hurt by other people's words and actions. You have a positive outlook on life because positivity is all you know. You have been showered with love since the day you were born.
I love that you came into our lives when you did.
I love the way your face lights up when you see your big brother. I worried a lot about you and your brother being so close in age, but now I can't imagine it being any other way.
I hope you will always love each other and play together.
I love that you are an easy-going, easy to please kind of kid. I hope you stay that way.
I love that you love bathtime. I hate that you never get to play as long as you want to because we are always rushing to get two little booties bathed.
I love those rare times when you fall asleep with your head on my shoulder and your arm around my neck. You can do that a lot more often if you want to, okay?
I love that you are finally sleeping through the night (more often than not). What took you so long anyway?
I love to hear your baby babble. You say ga, da, ba, and lots of oooohs and aaaaahs in a sing-song voice. Hearing your soft, sweet voice in conversation (albeit with yourself) is music to my ears.
I hope you and I are always close. I always want to be in your life. If other people call you a mama's boy, that's okay. Just ignore them. Or better yet, tell them you are lucky to have a mom who loves you so much. Because Dexter? I do love you. SO. MUCH.
One day you will get hurt. Physically or emotionally. I won't be there to prevent the fall, but I will always be there to hug you and I will do my best to ease your pain.
Dexter, you are such a special boy to your mommy and daddy. We will like you forever and love you for always. We love love love love you, just as you are.