dear bee // 9.

Dear Bee,

I know you’re still a newborn, but this week? This week you’re like a person. I can’t put my finger on what has changed, besides the obvious milestones you’ve been hitting: smiles (my favorite!), sounds (you squeak like a mouse!) and patterns (yay for a semi-routine!). I love that each time you wake up, you greet your father or me with a smile, a squeak and lots of baby kicks. It’s as if you’re telling us you’re excited to see us, and that you missed us while you were sleeping. And I can honestly say, sweet Bee, that we missed you, too.

We’re all getting the hang of each other now; I can feel it. You’re starting to make sounds other than cries, and your Dad and I are starting to understand what each mean. We can tell when you’re tired, and we understand when you’re hungry (which seems to be all of the time, my little butterball!). I can’t tell you how relieving it is to finally get you.*

You slept through the night for the first time this week, and oh my goodness, what a gift that was. You’re covered for our birthdays and anniversaries for the next 18 years, Bee. Just keep doing what you’re doing.

This was the first week I felt truly comfortable taking you out in public by myself. I wasn’t scared that you’d have a screaming fit in the car (OK, maybe a little), and I didn’t feel like I was going to leave you in the grocery cart by accident. You’re starting to feel like a permanent fixture now, rather than this new, high maintenance purse I have to carry around.

Welcome to the family, Bee. I’m so excited to start truly getting to know you.


*I’m jinxing myself here, aren’t I, Bee? Please don’t change the game on us tomorrow!