Wow! You’re getting big, my love. Your dad was just saying yesterday that you’re starting to lose your baby face.
It’s been a big month for you, Bean: We flew to Houston. Celebrated Christmas. Had a blast with Gigi, Grandpa, uncle Tommy and uncle Andrew. We said goodbye to Cathy and hello to Daycare. The whole family got hit by a stomach bug over the weekend (if this is after week 1 of daycare, I’m afraid of what’s to come!). It’s been a lot of change, but you’ve been trooper.
You’re a bundle of energy, Bean. You’re learning so fast. You’re picking up words and starting to repeat us like a little parrot.
In the mornings, you eat whole wheat waffles for breakfast, and you say “Wa-fffflesss” all excited and grinning. You can barely wait for them to cool.
You’re climbing and running and laughing and dancing. Pop music is still your favorite, but classical piano calms you down.
My favorite moments are still when you slow down. When you come up and hug me without prompting or rest your head on my arm or shoulder.
You’ve had two molars slowly breaking in over the past two weeks, so we’ve had a few tearful nights. One I’ll never forget, I rocked you just like I used to with your head on my chest, humming softly until you went to sleep. I cried big crocodile tears of happiness that you’re still my little bean but also just in awe that you’re so big now. You’re not a baby anymore. I cried because it felt like that might be one of the last time I rocked you to sleep like that. You can barely fit in my arms anymore.
I pointed to my belly today and said baby, and you looked at me, repeated “ba-by” and touched my stomach. You’re going to be such a fun, loving big sister. Your little bro-sis is so lucky to have you.
You are so loved, my Beanshine, always,