The Adventures of Sloane

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Week 12

Dear Lollipop,

Today, you are twelve weeks old. It's inconceivable how time passes with you in our lives. It seems only days since we came home from the hospital, and I sat in the back seat of the car with you while your daddy drove and I gasped in horror every time another car even came within 500 feet of us. That drive home from the hospital was the longest twenty minutes of my life.

Then, we were home and without the safety net of nurses and doctors and People Who Knew What They Were Doing, your daddy and I were terrified. Now that we had you home, what the hell were we supposed to do with you?? I had read so many baby books and articles and watched videos and been to seminars on how to take care of you, but I was still so scared.

Now, in a snap of finger, twelve weeks have flown by. A few days ago, you started daycare. I'm miserable without you, but you seem to like it there. The last two nights, you've slept eight hours straight, and your daddy and I are so excited by this fabulous new trick.

Your face lights up when either of us walks in the room - you have the most charming smile, it can melt glaciers. You can put your hands together and get a whole fist in your mouth. You love to kick your legs and laugh. Your stinky farts can stop a truck.

Your personality has emerged and it is so amazing -- I see more of myself in you every day. You even sleep in the exact same position as I do. Plus, you have your daddy's gorgeous eyes and funny, pointy chin. All in all, you are so terrific and funny and smart and beautiful - your daddy and I marvel every day that we have you in our lives.

So, it's been twelve wonderful weeks -- you're the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Love,
your mommy





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