dear claire,
the last couple of months have been busy. so busy that i can't even remember what we did. so busy that "i'll write her letter tomorrow when i have more time" became a laughing matter because tomorrow never actually held more time. but look i'm here now. oh hai. we spent so much time having fun. we did so much these last 2 months.
sometimes when i sit down to write your letter for a moment i'm at loss for words. the month seems to have wisked by. a million things happened. we laughed a million times, hugged a million times, and threw vegetables at the cat at least 13 times. i remember very vividly when you were about 2 months old, crying. crying hard. i wasnt sad, i was just so incredibly tired that "cry" was the only emotion my body could produce. and i remember thinking that i would give anything to fast forward to the part where you sleep through the night and tell me what hurts and kiss me and hug me back. whats so completely amazing is that now, i would give anything to go back and relive every moment all over again... those moments that once made me sob and beg for them to be over, are moments that i now cherish. it's official. being a parent makes you CRAZY.
this month you've learned the art of fishing for compliments. it came so naturally, it almost appears to be genetic. on mother's day we were both wearing dresses and leaving to go to brunch. as we were walking to the car you smiled and said "pretty dress. mommy." i replied, "thank you, claire!" you paused for a moment and then continued, "i have a pretty dress too..." trying not to laugh, "yes you do, claire." you casually replied, "thank you, mommy." before you chuckle along with your day think that this was an isolated incident, know that it has pretty much happened EVERY SINGLE DAY since then. "pretty necklace, mommy..." "pretty shoes, mommy..." "pretty nails, mommy..." "great rack mommy..." ok maybe not that last one, but i can tell you're planning that one to use in about 13 years. hopefully by then my rack will still be great and yours will be hidden under a sports bra and a turtle neck wool sweater.
you're becoming quite an amazing little person. just the other day a friend of mine was playing with you and turned to me and said, "is she this cute EVERY day?" yes. every. single. day. oh, except that one day last week when you threw your self on to the floor sobbing for no reason at all. several times. it was actually quite amusing. i got you out of the bath and you told me you were cold. so i put clothes on you. you liked the attention. so you told me you were cold again. i asked you if you wanted a jacket. you said no (you HATE jackets). so i asked you if you wanted a blanket. YES. your eyes lit up with excitement. i put the blanket over you. the wrong blanket apparently, and you LOST YOUR SHIT. you THREW yourself onto the floor, buried your face in your hands and cried "I WANT DA OTHER BLANKETTTTTT". trying to stick to my "i don't want my child to grow up to be a brat" guns i replied, "oops! i can't hear you when you scream at me. let me know when you're ready to talk nice." you sat up. gasped a couple times. wiped a tear, composed yourself, and politely retorted, "mommy, can i have da other blanket, please?" i replied "sure, honey! which blanket would you like?" you THREW yourself on to the floor, "I WANT THE OTHER BLANKETTTTTT!". and that is how our morning went. helloooo two.
so you can see why i've been busy, right?
so in a nutshell... in the last two months we went to the beach and the zoo and the park. we snuggled a LOT. we talked about life and trucks and trains and parrots and princesses. we named your barbie Lola and we lost her shirt. we squawked like parrots. we watched oswald and we ate m&ms and put bears in toys strollers and finger painted on the patio. we ate dinner in bed and talked about camera and pictures and saying cheese and painted our nails hot pink. we talked about eating yogurt. we reminiced about all the animals at the zoo and put bandaids on our arms even though we didn't have owies just because they are pretty. we had fun. thats what you and i do. when we're not busy crying into the carpet over wrong blankets or fishing for compliments, we're just having fun. life is too short to sit around waiting for an owie so you can wear a hello kitty bandaid. srsly.
i love our fun,
mama
the last couple of months have been busy. so busy that i can't even remember what we did. so busy that "i'll write her letter tomorrow when i have more time" became a laughing matter because tomorrow never actually held more time. but look i'm here now. oh hai. we spent so much time having fun. we did so much these last 2 months.
sometimes when i sit down to write your letter for a moment i'm at loss for words. the month seems to have wisked by. a million things happened. we laughed a million times, hugged a million times, and threw vegetables at the cat at least 13 times. i remember very vividly when you were about 2 months old, crying. crying hard. i wasnt sad, i was just so incredibly tired that "cry" was the only emotion my body could produce. and i remember thinking that i would give anything to fast forward to the part where you sleep through the night and tell me what hurts and kiss me and hug me back. whats so completely amazing is that now, i would give anything to go back and relive every moment all over again... those moments that once made me sob and beg for them to be over, are moments that i now cherish. it's official. being a parent makes you CRAZY.
this month you've learned the art of fishing for compliments. it came so naturally, it almost appears to be genetic. on mother's day we were both wearing dresses and leaving to go to brunch. as we were walking to the car you smiled and said "pretty dress. mommy." i replied, "thank you, claire!" you paused for a moment and then continued, "i have a pretty dress too..." trying not to laugh, "yes you do, claire." you casually replied, "thank you, mommy." before you chuckle along with your day think that this was an isolated incident, know that it has pretty much happened EVERY SINGLE DAY since then. "pretty necklace, mommy..." "pretty shoes, mommy..." "pretty nails, mommy..." "great rack mommy..." ok maybe not that last one, but i can tell you're planning that one to use in about 13 years. hopefully by then my rack will still be great and yours will be hidden under a sports bra and a turtle neck wool sweater.
you're becoming quite an amazing little person. just the other day a friend of mine was playing with you and turned to me and said, "is she this cute EVERY day?" yes. every. single. day. oh, except that one day last week when you threw your self on to the floor sobbing for no reason at all. several times. it was actually quite amusing. i got you out of the bath and you told me you were cold. so i put clothes on you. you liked the attention. so you told me you were cold again. i asked you if you wanted a jacket. you said no (you HATE jackets). so i asked you if you wanted a blanket. YES. your eyes lit up with excitement. i put the blanket over you. the wrong blanket apparently, and you LOST YOUR SHIT. you THREW yourself onto the floor, buried your face in your hands and cried "I WANT DA OTHER BLANKETTTTTT". trying to stick to my "i don't want my child to grow up to be a brat" guns i replied, "oops! i can't hear you when you scream at me. let me know when you're ready to talk nice." you sat up. gasped a couple times. wiped a tear, composed yourself, and politely retorted, "mommy, can i have da other blanket, please?" i replied "sure, honey! which blanket would you like?" you THREW yourself on to the floor, "I WANT THE OTHER BLANKETTTTTT!". and that is how our morning went. helloooo two.
so you can see why i've been busy, right?
so in a nutshell... in the last two months we went to the beach and the zoo and the park. we snuggled a LOT. we talked about life and trucks and trains and parrots and princesses. we named your barbie Lola and we lost her shirt. we squawked like parrots. we watched oswald and we ate m&ms and put bears in toys strollers and finger painted on the patio. we ate dinner in bed and talked about camera and pictures and saying cheese and painted our nails hot pink. we talked about eating yogurt. we reminiced about all the animals at the zoo and put bandaids on our arms even though we didn't have owies just because they are pretty. we had fun. thats what you and i do. when we're not busy crying into the carpet over wrong blankets or fishing for compliments, we're just having fun. life is too short to sit around waiting for an owie so you can wear a hello kitty bandaid. srsly.
i love our fun,
mama
3 comments:
Claire, I came here via ILP. Your journaling and photography is wonderful!
Do you use a preset on your photos? How do you make your little one look like a little angel with alabaster skin? My little one just looks grubby... :-)
Kx
Sorry - I just left a comment calling you Claire but I now realise you are Kate.
Your photography is wonderful and your little girl the most sweetest!
Kx
Hi! I was with you on babycenter March 2007 board. I have been following your blog this Claire was born. Your writting inspires me and makes me smile. I just wanted to let you know that I love reading what you have to write. We have gone through so much of the same things throughout the last 2 years, its crazy! Anyway, take care. God bless you both! =)
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