It’s been 8 months (plus some days because getting these letters to you on time is… difficult). I’m not sure that time has ever gone as fast as it’s gone this year. November feels like it lasted a week. Aye.
No crawling action, yet, but that’s probably not the worst thing in the world. Lord knows we haven’t child-proofed anything. Which makes us horrible parents. Or old school. I’m voting old school.
“Let him chew on the wires. It’ll put hair on his chest!”
We have decided that you are already starting to “talk”. Talk is in quotes because, let’s be real, you aren’t talking. But we’re your parents and it’s our job to feel better about ourselves through your real
and imagined accomplishments.
Here’s what you’re “saying”:
Ma – Obviously, that’s ma for Mama. That’s me. We know it’s for me because you only say it whenever you’re upset and need immediate attention/shoulder to cry on. I’m
screwed weak and you’ve already figured it out.
Da – Probably for dad. And you only say it when you’re happy. Sigh.
Woo – This one is hilarious. You ‘woo’ when you’re trying to crawl, about to get mad, or we’re trying to put a shirt on you. It’s like a warning sound that the crap is about to hit the fan if someone doesn’t fix something fast. I imagine that you’re trying to say, “Wooo, you’re about to piss Baby off!”.
You’re starting to develop favorite people, like your Aunt Melissa, and you literally light up when favorite people walk in the room. I can’t tell you how much I’m loving the little person you’re becoming and I can’t wait to get to know you better. You’re a little rock star in my world.
Love and Hugs and Kisses and A Couple of Spankings But Only Because I Love You Just Kidding Daddy is the One that Spanks,
Old School Mommy