2:21 p.m. - 01 November 2004
Four months old
Dear Vadin,
It’s such a cliché, but I have to say: I can hardly believe that you’re four months old today. You’ve gotten so big already that when I saw that newborn in the pew behind us at church Saturday night, I had a hard time remembering that you were that small just a short time ago.
You can do so many things, too: roll over (even if I haven’t actually seen it yet – your father assures me that you can), reach out and grab toys to put in your mouth, sit and stand up with some help, and that doesn’t even take into account the wide variety of noises you make, either. You have a wonderful belly laugh, but your giggles, coos, and screeches are no less delightful to me.
And even though the time change has you a little off your game, I’m still very thankful that you sleep through the night more often than not. Last night was the first time I’ve had to get out of bed in the middle of the night in at least a week or so. It probably has something to do with me figuring out the best nighttime diapering solution, too; you’ve slept much better since I started putting you in a Fuzzi Bunz all night rather than a Wonderoo.
There are still many times when I catch myself thinking, "Holy cow, I’m someone’s mother." I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility now, even though you’re still young enough that a lot of the decisions that I make day to day won’t turn you into a zombie. I’ve even started taking better care of myself: you may not believe it, but now I weigh 30 pounds less than when I got pregnant with you. Your daddy can hardly believe it himself, since he didn’t think I’d ever see the numbers on the scale start going down.
It scares me a little, quite frankly, to think of all the things that we’ll have to teach you, and all the things with which you’ll need help and guidance. Even with all your accomplishments so far, you’re still pretty helpless. Just don’t grow up too fast, son: be my little boy for a while longer.
Happy monthday, sweet pea. I love you.
Mama
