Dear Bee,
Boy are you cute when you’d like to be. You’re starting to become a bit of a charmer, little one. This week, you’ve found some serious happiness in a black and white graphic pillow that sits on our couch daily. (Oh, to have your intense concentration for a moment!) After nursing (which is a bit of a mess still, but that’s another letter to you entirely!), you’ll stare at your favorite pillow for a good twenty minutes. I try to imagine what’s racing in your head, but I keep quiet. Because while you’re busy watching the pillow in fascination, I’m busy watching you. In yes, fascination.
Babies grow so, so quickly. People say it all the time, and it’s crazy true. A good friend of mine was sharing how hard this early newborn phase is, precisely because the game keeps changing. You’re a moving target. And your Dad and I think we have you pegged after we notice a certain behavior for a few days. “We’ve cracked the code!” we think, and then things run like clockwork for a few days. And then, all of a sudden, the code is jumbled again and we search for another secret password. You’re just growing so fast, and you change the game on us seemingly overnight. But it’s OK, Bee. Because we love playing this game with you.
You’re quite the chatty baby, particularly after diaper changes. I haven’t figured out the association there, but you have a lot to say when your bum is clean. And we chat back and forth – you with your coo’s and me with my tall tales and we have a conversation until you get bored and decide to play with your hands instead.
And I file these memories away so I never forget how big your toothless grin is when I wake you up in the morning. Or how a piece of fabric hanging from our dining room pendant can entertain you for fifteen minutes. How your favorite page in Hippopposites is the polka dot one. How surprised you are to find your fingers are attached to your hand (which, spoiler alert, is attached to your arm! Just wait, Bee.).
And just like you’re discovering so many new things, your mother is, too. Be patient with me, little Bee. I’m still learning (and re-learning) your rules. I can’t promise I’ll be good at your game. But I can promise I’ll play it forever.
XO,
Mama