My Baby Girl

I can't believe how time flies! My little one has such a fun personality, I just want to get it down before I forget.  She absolutely loves her feet!  She gets so excited whenever they are uncovered.  I think that in the womb her feet were up by her face.  I rarely felt kicks the way I did with my other pregnancies, and when she was just a few days old I incidentally put her feet on my belly and she easily folded in half and instantly calmed and fell asleep. For the past 2 months at least she gets so excited to see her feet, grab them and eat them, that we really had a task at our recent photo shoot to keep them out of her mouth to get a picture.  She acts like they are her long lost friends! 
She is so good with her little hands she is quick to grab anything and loves to hold a spoon and feed herself.  I put food on the spoon, hand it to her, she puts it in her mouth, and when it is empty I hand her a new spoon loaded and refill the first. 
 She is so talkative too!  Since she was 2 1/2 months she says what sounds like "Hi".  She says "dada, bababababa, papa," blows raspberries, and sniffs in imitation. "Mama" only comes out occasionally when she's sad. She still has an internal clock that says 6:30 pm is bedtime, and 4-5 am is playtime, and boy can she squeal!--especially when she gets a hold of her feet!

She loves to cuddle nose to nose or bury her face in the bend of your arm to go to sleep. She likes to have her stretch out down time too.  For a little while she would stretch whenever I would say "Stretch". She is getting around by pivoting, rolling scooting on back and on tummy with knees tucked up under her.  She can use her legs and feet to get something almost as well as her hands.  She gives open mouth slobber kisses--sometimes holding your face in both hands--it melts me!  If you can't tell, this mommy adores her!

5 year old view of death

"Mommy, Did I die yet?  I can't remember"

"Will you tell me when I die?"

"When I die you will plant me so that I can go up to heaven"

Letters to Santa

Clearing off my desk, I found some small rolled up pieces of paper that were removed from our Christmas tree: this year's letters to Santa--or prayers?
"I wont a we"
"I wont my babe to git betr" (baby got croup right after big brother had it)
"I wont a doombuge" 
"I wont Leyim to git betr"  (cousin with Leukemia)
"I wish the orfins can be safe" (he's had a sudden concern for orphans- one day he told me that he wanted to give something to the orphans, like toys or something.)

Another precious moment I don't want to forget:  Sometimes I drop my son off at school on my way to work.  The first couple of times, as I drove away I happened to glance back to see him blowing me a kiss.  I'm so glad I caught them!