I was heating up some baby food tonight as Camille sat happily in her seat on the floor in the kitchen. After pulling the containers from the microwave, I turned around to glance at her to make sure she was fine, and I gasped.
Her little arm was extended and her tiny fingers were outstretched, gently stroking Luca’s soft grey fur.
Luca is a bit bipolar. She’d love nothing better than to jump into my lap, have me pet her for an hour, then turn around and bite my arm for no apparent reason. We’ve lived together long enough – 10 years – that I can usually tell when she’s about morph into hellcat, but I can’t always get out of the way fast enough.
It is because of my many scars that I have been wary of any interaction between Luca and Camille. Some people say that pets often react differently to babies than to adults, as if they understand and respect their inherent innocence. But I don’t trust Luca to care one bit that Camille is vulnerable.
For the most part, the cat has ignored the baby. I have to chase her away from Cami’s blankets when Cami is lounging on the floor, but that’s been about it. She’s just in it for the fleece, and could care less about the baby.
But lately, Camille has taken a great interest in the cat. Cami will be playing happily in her exersaucer when the cat will walk by, and she’ll freeze. Her eyes will follow Luca across the room until the kitty is out of sight.
The other day, we were playing on the floor when the cat walked closer, and Camille reached out to her. Because I was right there in the cat’s face and could break up a fight quickly, I decided to give it a minute to see what would happen.
Camille touched her fur, and Luca moved closer. Then Cami grabbed the shiny, dangly tags on Luca’s collar and gave them a nice pull. Such a magpie. The cat obligingly laid down. All was going well, but I thought we’d tempted fate enough, and I swatted the cat away.
Well, tonight’s encounter was particularly alarming because I wasn’t aware when it initially began. It doesn’t take long for Luca to inflict damage. I stifled a loud yell, because I don’t necessarily want the cat to associate the baby with being in trouble. I just want her to ignore Camille, not think positively or negatively about her.
Camille stroked Luca’s back like she’d been around cats for 20 years. They were soft, gentle pats and the cat seemed to be enjoying them. Cami’s eyes were fixed on the kitty, her fingers raking through the thick fur, her mouth open in wonder at this fat, furry creature before her. I edged closer, just in case. That’s when Camille’s other hand reached up and poked the cat’s butt.
That did not go over well.
The cat jumped and her head snapped around to see who was messing around where the sun doesn’t shine. I knew that defensive posture, and as I lunged toward her, she fled the room. Her mouth had come awfully close to those precious pudgy baby arms, but I could tell by Camille’s face that she’d not been harmed. I don’t know for sure that Luca was about to bite, but I didn’t want to find out.
So far, all the encounters have ended with no injuries to report, but as Camille becomes more aware and mobile, it’ll be hard to keep their meetings brief and controlled. And that’s a problem.
One day, Luca is going to bite Camille. And when that day comes, I don’t know what I will do. As much as I love Luca (she was a great companion during college and those first years after graduation when I lived alone), I’d really like to find her a new home. Mostly I worry about Camille, but I also believe Luca’s quality of life isn’t as good. My lap is always reserved for the baby, and Luca only gets attention when I’m shooing her off of the baby’s things. But who would take her?
“Would you like my big grey kitty?”
“Why are you trying to find a new home for her?”
“Because she bites. Take her home with you!”
I could never take her to the animal shelter. Besides, it would be a death sentence, because who wants a 10 year old, obese, biting cat? But she’s not all bad – she loves nuzzling close when it’s chilly outside and giving you little kisses with her cold nose. But that won’t matter if she hurts Camille. She’ll have to go. But where? I just don’t know.
I bought it as a Christmas present for Lee, but now I’m addicted to the Guitar Hero game for Playstation 2.
My band is called Pink Ponie. It was going to be “Pink Ponies,” (in honor of one of Camille’s favorite stuffed animals), but Lee accidentally hit the save button before the final “s” was added.
Looking at the name on the screen, I decided Pink Ponie was far superior. Because it’s just a little wrong. A little naughty. A little rock and roll.
The first few days we began playing, when my addiction was at its zenith, I’d concentrate so hard on the screen and all the notes flying at me that the images would start to swim. I’d lay down at night and close my eyes, only to see the game in front of me.
I’ve beaten the first 2 levels, but am miserably stuck on the next one. I could play the stupid game all day, so it’s a very good thing that we usually only have time after Camille has gone to bed. Unfortunately, the game is hooked up to the TV in the guest bedroom, right next door to the nursery. So… we have the volume way down which makes it a little harder to rock. But it’s still fun.
Speaking of – the sweet baby is sleeping, the dishes are clean, so it’s time to go let the Pink Ponie rock.
Today, Camille had a good day at daycare. Or so the daycare workers tell us and so I hope. But I wonder if they’re just trying to tell me what I want to hear because they’ve figured out how freaked out I am about leaving her at daycare.
The first week wasn’t so bad, because she was only there in the afternoon. But this week, she’s been at daycare almost the whole day, and it has been rough. She won’t/can’t nap because she’s used to peace and quiet, and the daycare is understandably noisy. So, I think the lack of sleep has made her fussy, along with some teething troubles.
When I picked her up Tuesday afternoon, one of the workers told me Camille had been really fussy. “I mean really fussy,” she underscored. Wednesday, I came to see her during lunch, and the same lady was holding her. I asked how she’d been doing, and she said she’d been a little less fussy, but not much.
I took Camille into the small room next door they reserve for breastfeeding, and while I was there I could overhear the worker talking to another employee.
“It’s not that her crying bothers me, I’m just worried because she cries SO MUCH.”
I wasn’t sure if they were talking about Camille, but looking down at her I nearly lost it just thinking about her having such a hard time. Whenever I show up, I’m rewarded with smiles and hugs, but it breaks my heart to think when I’m not there she’s a mess of tears.
I later asked the other worker if they had been discussing Camille, and they had. She said not to worry, that what she was going through was a normal transition for a baby unaccustomed to daycare. But as I sat there, rocking Camille before I left for work again, I felt so heartsick for her. I knew I had to go before I had a break down, so I put her in a swing. She reached up her arms to me and I was seconds from snatching her up and running out of there when the worker assured me if she started crying, she’d hold her. So I saved my sobbing for the car ride.
I really hope she’s doing better, and the daycare workers seem very positive whenever I talk to them about it. I watch them with her and with the other children, and I think they’re genuinly nice people who care about the babies. But I can’t get over my mother load of mother guilt, and this feeling that Camille should be with us instead of a room full of strangers all day. I know they won’t be strangers forever, but it all feels very strange for now.
And last night, our usually sound sleeper woke up. With a stuffy nose. She was up every couple of hours, and I’ve been torturing her with a bulb syringe all evening to help clear her nostrils. She seems to be sleeping okay right now. I don’t know if she picked up something at daycare, but it’s not endearing me to the institution – even though I know getting sick sometimes is a natural part of growing up.
So, I worry about her a lot, but that’s what mommys do.
But things aren’t all doom and gloom. We’ve had a lot of fun lately too. Aunt Erin came to visit and spoiled Camille rotten. She’s so good with Cami, and I love watching them play together.
Last weekend, the weather was beautiful, so Camille and I took 3 trips to the park. I took her to Daffin twice and Forsyth Park once, and she really seemed to enjoy it. I was rewarded with this great smile when we stopped to check out the Forsyth Park fountain.
That’s my girl.
Hello, sweet sleepy bee. You are zonked out in your crib right now after a busy afternoon of partying at daycare.
For the past 5 and a half months, you’ve spent most of your time at home with your Mommy or Daddy, and that has been wonderful. We’ve enjoyed playing with you, and are so glad we’ve had this quality bonding time. One day you’ll learn about work and bills, but for now you just need to know that we love you, and in order to provide you with green beans and bananas, premium diapers, and send you to college one day, we have to work and you have to spend some time in daycare.
We struggled with this decision, because we know no one can care for you as well as we can at home. But since neither of us can quit our jobs right now, we began looking for a good daycare a few weeks ago. And on the bright side, you seem to love going places and seeing people, so I think you’ll enjoy the socialization that daycare provides. When we visited this daycare, I was encouraged because two of the workers stole you away and walked around with you. You returned very content and covered in lipstick kisses.
My biggest concern right now is that, in my mind, daycare = germs. You have been miraculously free of illness your entire life, aside from a bit of jaundice at birth. Never so much as a sniffle.
Last night, as I was putting on your pajamas, I thought, “This will be the last night she is truly clean.” I know that’s just silly. Daycare isn’t dirty. But you will come into contact with a lot of new germs, and you’re bound to get sick from time to time. It’s reality, but I don’t have to like it.
You spent this morning at home with your Daddy like usual. I came home for lunch, and packed your bag for daycare. We had to put your initials on all your things, even all your diapers. I opened a new pack of 64 diapers, and began labeling them. But I didn’t just put your initials. I added a heart or a smiley face too, or ocassionally, I’d write, “Sweet Cami,” or “Camibear,” or something similar right across your butt. Every time one of those daycare workers reaches for a diaper, I want them to be reminded that you aren’t just CH. You’re CH-which-stands-for-Camille-who-is-much-loved-and-deserves-much-love.
Your Daddy took our picture as we got ready to leave. You wouldn’t smile, and look as though you’re saying, “This is school. This is serious business.”
I spent about an hour with you at daycare, setting up a mobile over your crib, talking with the workers, and feeding you before I left. It wasn’t too awful walking out that door, because I knew I’d be back to get you in about 3 hours. And you seemed content.
I had to practically sit on my hands all afternoon to supress the urge to call the daycare to make sure you were fine. I knew you were fine. My heart was racing at 5:00 when I finally went to pick you up. I walked in the room, and you were sitting in the lap of a daycare worker, being rocked in the rocking chair, finishing a bottle, wearing some other baby’s sweater. So, there was a sweater mixup. At least you were warm. I’d rather have you wearing another baby’s sweater than getting a chill.
I came up behind you and said your name.
Camille. Camille. Camille. (I know you hear well, are you ignoring me?)
CAMILLE. CAMILLE!
Once you finally turned around and saw me, you reached out and grabbed my nose. If you could’ve said anything, I think you would’ve said, “HONK.”
I guess I should be glad you didn’t throw your arms around my neck and begin sobbing at the sight of me, hoping I’d come to rescue you from some miserable place. The workers say you did very well, although you didn’t really nap.
Once I got you home, your Daddy leaned over your carrier to begin unbuckling you, and your face lit up into a huge, open-mouthed smile. Sigh. Such a Daddy’s girl!
It was soon clear you were quite sleepy, and while your Daddy ran to get us a nutritious meal from Captain D’s, I held you and tried to get you to nap for a minute. You fought sleep until your Daddy returned, and when I handed him to you, this was what you looked like moments later:
That Daddy. So comfy.
I hope daycare will be a fun and exciting place for you. Just know that Mommy and Daddy love you so much, and we’ll try our hardest to make sure the people who care for you during the day know just how special you are.
There are less than 2 hours left of 2006, and while I look forward to what 2007 may bring, it’ll be hard to top 2006.
Lee, Cami and I have enjoyed this weekend – just hanging out together, getting a few things done around the house, and actually unpacking suitcases instead of packing them.
It was a great Christmas, despite our whirlwind schedule. Santa Claus visited our house on the Saturday before Christmas – we’d sent him a note to let him know we’d be out of town on Christmas Day, so he put us on his early bird list. Camille seemed to enjoy her gifts, especially the T-shirt that says, “Peeing your pants is the coolest!” That Santa. He’s so funny.
Camille has been such a good girl that Santa actually visited her twice. Christmas morning, he left even more presents for her at Grammie’s house. In fact, Cami got more and mroe presents every where we went. The day after Christmas, she woke up a looked around, and I could almost read her thoughts. “Where are the shiny packages? Every morning I get shiny packages!”
One of my favorite gifts is this tutu, which can turn any outfit into a ballerina costume.
Camille was a rock star, tolerated all the driving remarkably well, and was in a good mood most of the day. There were a couple of times though, when I think she was a little overwhelmed by all the new faces. When I’d reach for her, she’d wrap her arms around my neck and bury her head against my shoulder, as if to say, “You’re someone I know!” And it made me feel good.
To top off the holiday, we got to watch UGA stage a fantastic comeback to win their bowl game yesterday. Of course, Camille was dressed for the occassion.
Whatever could she be smiling about?
Her sweet Daddy, of course!
Happy 5-month birthday, little bear! I swear, any day now I think I’m going to put you on your quilt on the floor and you’re going to jump to your feet and take off running. You are growing so big and strong, and sometimes I can hardly believe how much more you seem to be able to do every day.
Just last night, it was almost bedtime and you were playing on the floor of your nursery. Your Daddy and I were watching you and tossing toys to you as you rocked from side to side on your back. Then you rolled to one side and really started pushing, trying to roll all the way over to your belly. Your Daddy and I must’ve looked funny, because we were cheering you on and both leaning in the direction you were trying to roll, as if by shifting ourselves we’d somehow help you roll over. And you did! Your very first unassisted roll! You did it again tonight.
Many babies will first roll from their tummies to their backs before they learn to roll back-to-tummy. You decided to take the road less traveled and do back-to-tummy first. You don’t mind being on your tummy as much as you used to – you’ll play that way for 10 or 15 minutes now – but you still get tired of it after a while. So it’s funny when you roll from your back to your tummy, because you look so proud of yourself at first. Then you realize you’re on your stomach, and get pretty annoyed.
This month you’ve also really started struggling at times with your teeth. None of them have appeared yet, but we can tell they hurt. I’m sorry we can’t fix it, and I wish I could help you understand. Meanwhile, everything goes right into your mouth, and your favorite chew toy of late has been your toes. They’re my favorite chew toy too, so I understand. I’ll share.
This month you’ve also started giving hugs. When I pick you up and rest you against my shoulder, you’ll often bury your head in my neck. It is SO CUTE.
This has also been a big travel month for you. In these first 5 months of your life, you’ve visited 5 states. You were in Miami for Thanksgiving, you’ve had 2 trips to Athens, and another to Tennessee – all within the last month. You’re not too fond of long car trips, but we’ve finally figured out that it’s much easier to travel at night while you sleep peacefully through the whole ordeal. Thankfully, once we arrive, you are a very social baby and like seeing new places. You’ve tolerated baths in strange sinks:
And you make people smile wherever you go. Especially those grandparents of yours.
You have them all wrapped around your finger. Granddaddy will ask you for a smile, and you’ll obligingly grin at him, and I can see him melt a little more.
In the last 2 days, you’ve really started to get the hang of this eating-off-a-spoon thing. Yesterday, I was shoveling pears into your mouth and was shocked to pull the spoon away and not see pears dripping down your chin. Then I heard you take a big GULP. You ate several successful bites, and I wondered if you just really liked pears. But tonight, when I pulled out the peas, you gobbled them up too.
You weigh about 15 pounds now – 15 pounds of sweet baby just perfect for nibbling. The other day, some older lady lovingly called you a “fatty.” And you know what? That’s fine by me. You’re a healthy, growing baby with wonderful pudgy baby arms and legs. Just like you should be. I mean, look at your cheeks! I just want to eat them!
Your personality has really begun to emerge in this last month, and has made being your mama even more fun.
Five months ago, I had no idea what a precious package was being delivered to me. I’m so lucky to be looking forward to tomorrow morning, when I’ll open your nursery door to be greeted with your smile and a laugh, and we’ll share a nice breakfast of baby toes. I’m proud of you, and I love you very much.
Every time I look at our Christmas tree, I marvel at our good fortune. Selecting, positioning and decorating the tree has often been a source of joy, but also great frustration, cursing, and financial distress.
In the back of my mind, I worried this year’s tree selection would be especially difficult because it’s Cami’s first Christmas. THE TREE MUST BE PERFECT. Not that she’d remember. Not that she’d care. But that wasn’t the point.
We went to the Lions Club lot at Daffin Park like usual. Normally, I need to look at every tree in our price range before knowing which one belongs to us. But it was getting late and dangerously close to Cami’s bedtime. We looked at a couple of trees, and I could tell Lee was not in the mood to study the molecular structure of each one before making a decision. I took a breath, and picked one, feeling uneasy at the swiftness of it all.
When we got home, it fit perfectly into the tree stand. We didn’t even have to lean it a little this way – no a little bit that way. It wasn’t too big or too small for the space, and the one scrawny side was hidden expertly in the corner. We plugged in the lights – beautiful. It really is a beautiful tree.
Lee held Camille up next to its branches, and although she grabbed a few prickly needles, she seemed unimpressed. But I got goose bumps thinking about a few Christmases from now, when the sight of that tree will send her into gleeful hysterics. I loved Christmas as a child, and I hope she will too.
Aside from the gorgeous tree and the garland wrapped around our staircase hand rail, it doesn’t feel a lot like Christmas in Savannah. The temps have been in the 70s for a while, and we’re still comfortable in short sleeves. So I was delighted when Lee, Cami and I traveled from Athens (where I was in a conference) to see my folks in Tennessee last week and it started snowing. We stopped at a rest area for a break, and the flurries started floating down. I don’t know what it is about snow, but it makes me feel like I’m 6 again. I want to throw snowballs and make snow angels.
A little further down the road, the snow started falling hard. Just as we eased onto the interstate, it began accumulating, and soon, we couldn’t see the lane markings. We passed the snow plow, which meant no salted or plowed roads ahead.
Thankfully, we had taken Lee’s X-Terra, but even it was sliding around until we put it in 4-wheel drive. The trip took a lot longer than it should have, but I really did enjoy seeing the snow.
Once safely at my parents’ house, it was great to spend time with the whole family. Camille was spoiled rotten, and by the time the gift-giving ended, she’d become an expert at unwrapping gifts.
We took her to a mall for her first Santa visit. I wondered if it would scare her, but she barely gave the strange, bearded man a second glance. She even smiled for the camera.
It started with a wonderful, too-easy-to-be-believed tree, and has continued to progress into a great holiday already. And we still have 11 days to go!
Likes: Feet
Within the last couple of days, Camille has discovered she has feet. Awesome feet. Today, nearly every time I’ve placed her on her back, her hands immediately grasped her toes. I can’t blame her. They are really cute feet.
Dislikes: Highchair
Now that we are feeding her some solid food, we’re trying to get her used to her highchair. We took this pic the first time we put her in it, and she looks so small and bewildered. We have to stuff blankets or pillows on either side of her to help her sit up, and she’s not crazy about it.
Likes: Dolly
It seems like just yesterday she could barely grasp her rattle. Now she is beginning to reach for things and just loves her dolly. Whenever I give it to her, she pulls it close and often buries her face in dolly’s soft fabric.
Dislikes: Eating Off a Spoon
This is a picture taken on Thanksgiving Day, as Camille ate her very first bite of solid food – some yummy rice cereal. She hated it. Oh how she cried. The good news is, she’s eaten pretty eagerly from her spoon the last two nights. However, she still gets impatient after the first couple of bites and is ready for the immediate gratification that comes from mom or bottle.
Likes: Reading
I have been trying to read to Cami since she was born, but whenever I’d sit in the rocking chair and pull out a book, she’d get fidgety and fussy. When Grammy was here last week though, she laid on the floor on a quilt with Camille and read books that way – and Cami LOVED it! I always thought she was bored with reading, but she just didn’t want to read in the rocking chair. Now, we read on the floor and she kicks and coos the whole time. This pic was taken in Miami just after we returned from visiting Erin at work at Sylvan Learning Center. Cami was so inspired, she decided to read Red Fish Blue Fish all by herself.
Dislikes: Seeing the World Through Rose Colored Glasses
When we went to Miami, we just had to take Cami’s supercool pink leopard shades. She didn’t appreciate it. One bit.
Likes: Snoozing with Mom and Dad
We like it too.
Who knew pink flamingos and Thanksgiving could go together so well? Lee, Cami and I returned early yesterday morning from a wonderful turkey day trip to Miami to see Erin and Dave.
It was the longest car ride Cami has ever made, and she did well. Probably better than the adults. We drove during the night to capitalize on her sleeping time, and that helped. Grammy made the trip with us, and was superb at calming Cami when the traffic on I-95 came to a standstill (the baby only likes the car when it’s moving).
It was so good to see Erin and Dave, and I think I like Miami a little more every time I visit. They live in a great neighborhood, and I enjoyed strolling along the streets and admiring all the flowers and trees in bloom. The tropical plants and palms make me feel like I’m in another country. A Caribbean country.
We had quite a Thanksgiving feast – turkey, sweet potato casserole (with toasted marshmallows on top, of course), green bean casserole, stuffing, fruit, and pumpkin pie. Miss Camille had her first bite of solid food on Thanksgiving Day, which seemed appropriate. She, however, did not enjoy her meal as much as we did. Photos to prove it are coming soon.
Despite all of the things there are to do in Miami, I think the highlight of the trip was hanging out in the house and playing board games. Thursday night and Friday night we played – nothing difficult, just fun, silly games. We laughed and laughed until I nearly cried, and it was nice to be together like that again.
I missed being with my side of the family too. I wish we all lived in the same city, but we don’t, so we do the best we can. I’ll be seeing them in just a couple of weeks, so at least I can look forward to that.
It was a good Thanksgiving. I can’t remember a time when I had more for which to be thankful. It was about this time last year we found out we were expecting Camille. I remember being excited but so scared at the same time, just hoping and praying for a healthy baby. This year, my heart and arms are full with a sweet husband, a precious baby, and loving family. I’m thankful for them all.
Hello sweet Cami G! I’m sitting on the couch right beside the baby monitor, where every now and then, I hear you making little noises in your sleep. It’s a chilly night, but you’re snuggled under a warm blanket so I hope you’re comfortable. I know, blankets are forbidden – but this one is tucked tightly around the mattress so it’s not a loose blanket. That makes it okay.
Sweet Cami, it’s hard to believe you are 4 months old! In this last month, you have grown so much. Not just in size, but in ability too. In fact, I think you may be a genius.
Before you were born, I never quite understood why parents would get so excited when their child accomplished some new feat that nearly every child will eventually accomplish. Why get all misty-eyed when a baby learns to hold up her head? Millions of babies before, and millions more after, will also learn to hold up their heads – so why the celebration?
But Cami, now I understand. I think the impact is clearer when you see a baby evolve from basically a tiny (adorable) lump, to a little person who is beginning to interact with and respond to her world. It’s also personally affirming, because as you learn and grow, I take pride in every little achievement. I know how lucky we are to have you, and each milestone is meaningful. Here’s a rundown of some of the new things you’re doing.
Until recently, your arms nearly always flailed with no purposefully directed movement. But now you’re beginning to get control of them, and like to bring your hands together and let your fingers play with each other. It’s SO CUTE! You sometimes remind me of either someone who is praying, or a worried old lady wringing her hands. But either way, it’s precious.
You like to chew on your fingers and are drooling a lot, and some people believe you may be teething. I can’t even begin to imagine you with teeth because the only smile of yours that I’ve ever known has been your gummy smile.
Cami, yesterday your Daddy called me to tell me you said your first word. And guess what it was? Mama. Now, I don’t think you knew what you were saying, but he says you were fighting sleep as he was trying to get you to nap, and twice during your crying you yelled out “Mama!” How sweet is that? Super sweet.
About a week ago, I was astonished when I placed you on your changing table on your tummy, and you did not do a face plant into the cushion! For months, we’d been trying to encourage you to spend some time on your tummy, which you detested. Your arms weren’t strong enough to support your upper body, so you often just fussed with your face down, arms swimming in a desperate attempt to somehow move. You were like an upside-down bug, stuck and unhappy about it. Everyone told me to keep putting you on your tummy for as long as you could stand it, because you’d never develop the muscles to push up if we didn’t give you time to practice. But I was shocked at how quickly we moved from face-plant to push up! When you did it, I yelled for your Daddy to come look, and I grabbed the camera to get this adorable photo.
And you seem pretty happy on your tummy! You still get aggravated if we leave you there for long, but for a while you’ll laugh and smile and talk to us.
Now that you can push up, you are really close to rolling over. This morning, Grammy and I were playing with you in bed, and you flipped to your side. While she pushed on your feet, you completed your roll. Any day now, I think you’ll be able to roll all the way over unassisted.
I have missed so many things by being at work, but at least your Daddy is sweet enough to call me anytime you do something to tell me all about it. You have such a great Daddy, Camille, and he loves you very much. One day, when I got home from work, I took this picture. I like to think it’s always like this when I’m away – you snoozing peacefully while your Daddy types with one hand. I know better, but it’s nice to have this picture in my mind.
While you still like kicking on your Gymini, you have a new favorite toy. It’s an Exersaucer, but Nikki (who gave it to you!) calls it an ADD Center because it has so many crazy toys on it, there is no way you can focus on anything at once. You couldn’t get in it before because you have to be able to hold your head up well. But now you love sitting in the contraption, knocking all the toys around. Your Daddy keeps it next to his desk, and you’ll play in it long enough for him to get a few things done.
The first day your Daddy put you in it while I was at work, he was amazed by how well you were able to manipulate the toys – so of course, he grabbed the video camera and got this video of your first Exersaucer experience (press the play button to watch):
While you’re quite good at holding up your head now, you are still working on the “sitting up” thing. You want to sit up SO BADLY. If I try to lie you down, you’ll often pull and strain with your neck as if touching the back of your head to a hard surface will surely burn you. When I pull you to a sitting position, you can teeter there for a second, but eventually you start to fall like a tree and I catch you.
The other day, I was trying to get a photograph of you in a dress your Nana bought, so I propped you up in the corner of your crib for the picture. Only, you didn’t want to sit back – you wanted to sit up! You tried in vain so many times, and I finally had to get the video camera. I hope DFACS isn’t watching this video clip:
Sweet baby girl, you are so much fun. I enjoy watching you grow and discover your world, and I want to make sure I’m always a safe and loving part of it. Sometimes, when we’re hanging out and chatting together, I’ll list for you everyone who loves you. The list is long, but your Daddy and I are always at the top.
Sweet dreams Camibear. I love my baby genius.
