Loving

Dear Beatrice // 3 Years!

My dearest Beatrice (BB)-

I can not even begin to describe how magical the past year has been. We celebrated you with a “buzz-bee birthday party” on Saturday. We had games and treats and friends and family. Gigi and uncle Dirk came to celebrate you. It was the best. 

I love you so deeply it is devastating. It is a love so big and all consuming. You are so funny and fun and a bright, bright shining star.

You ask me all the time: “Mama, are you happy?”

and I so, so am. I so am. Hearing you and your little brother giggling as you play together is everything. The look on your face when I come in the door at the end of the door is everything. Dancing as a family in the kitchen on a saturday morning=everything. 

As I write this you came walking out of your room (bedtime is hard right now). “Mama,” you said. “I love you so much, Mama,” you said. 

You’re a force, Beatrice. You are smart and strong and powerful. You are loving and sweet and funny. 

I am so, so lucky to have the chance to hang out with you all the time. 

I can’t wait to watch you grow. 

Happy 3 my heart-
Mama

Mere

Dear August // 9 months and change




Dear August-

You were playing with your sister and your Papa tonight when I walked up behind you.

When I said, “Hey, Bubba!” You turned around, looked up at me, smiled, and said: “Ma-ma.”

I was so shocked. I looked at your papa to make sure he heard it too, and he nodded. I started crying. 🙂 I was so overwhelmed by your sweetness and the moment and my love for you.

Your first word was “Hola!” Apparently you say it every day at the park when your friends arrive.

You have two teeth on the bottom that have been there for a while, and two on the top that have just broken through and are beginning to drop. 

You love people. You smile at strangers. You love to laugh and talk and play. You’re crawling and pulling yourself up. You are strong and sweet.

You don’t want to eat anything pureed anymore. It’s only real food for you now. 

No matter how much we feed you, we can’t seem to chub you up. 🙂 You’re about 18 pounds and 28 inches. You seem as though you may turn out to be a big kid, my love. 

You’re an awful sleeper. You wake up several times a night to nurse. The sleep is the hardest bit. Other than that, you’re a dream baby. Some things don’t change. 

You’re an absolute dear heart, and I love you. so. much. 

You are so loved, dear August, always,

Mom

Mere

Dear August // months 6 & 7







Dear August,

You’re growing so quickly, my love. You continue to be such a sweet, calm soul.

 

Eight months is just around the corner, and you’re growing stronger and more interactive every day. 

You’re a fresh breath of sea mist air on a crisp sunny day.  

You’re eyes sparkle with joy. You’re quick to laugh and quick to smile. 

You’re very emotionally in-tune with the people around you to be so young. You reach out to nuzzle when someone’s leaning towards you. You are quick to snuggle your face into someone’s shoulders. 

You eat everything and anything so far. I’m hopeful this means you’re going to be a good eater like your sister. You can pick up cheerios now and feed yourself. You can’t get enough to eat or drink, and as a result, you’re not sleeping. You wake up 3-6 times a night to nurse.

Even when we put you in the crib across the room, even when you try to sleep in the other room down the hall-you’re still hungry. Instead of stressing about how you’re not learning to self soothe or we’re not feeding you enough during the day or-or-or, I’m just trying to be grateful for the extra time to cuddle with you while you’re still in this squishy-lovey soft face. The feel of your cheeks on my arm, the soft sigh you make when you drift back to sleep-I want to remember the weight of your little body up against mine as you snuggle in. These are the days. They are precious and fleeting and worth the weight of the world. 

Luckily, you go back to sleep very easily. You rarely cry except to announce your hanger. You’re a big baby. Much bigger than your sister was at this point but leaner and longer. You’re cheeks are starting to droop a bit, but nothing like your sisters’ at this age. 

You’re starting to really move around. You’re not quite crawling but you can still wiggle and roll your way across the room. You’ve pretty much got sitting down. 

You’re a talker. You seem as though you’re going to be an extrovert like myself and your sister. You crave people and love to jabber. You don’t like to be alone. I love our little chats. 

Many people have told me that it’s as though you can look straight into their souls, into their heart of hearts. You’re eyes are as deep and beautiful as the ocean. They’re still mostly blue with some waves of brown. You seem like an old soul, an old man trapped in a baby’s body.

You’re handsome like your papa. The curve of your jaw and the deepness of your smiling dimples remind me of him. You’re so adorable that you make my heart ache.

You love your sister so much. Your smiles and giggles are brightest for her. You lean towards her with a fevered excitement. The moments between you two are the ones I tuck away for later to re-remember. 

You love your Carolina so deeply. There’s a strong bond between you two, and there always has been. I am so, so grateful she is in our lives and taking care of you. We are so lucky to have her as our guardian angel.

We never knew how much you would complete us until you were here, but each day we feel it more strongly. 

You are so loved, my dear August-

Always,

Mom

Mere