lucky number seven

 

My dearest J2,

Pretty much every monthly letter starts the same - so bear with me. I cannot believe that you are already [fill in the blank - but in this case 7] months old! While I have absolutely zero desire to have another one, I do sort of wish you would stay my snuggly little baby forever. You have the absolutely yummiest little baby face that I cannot stop smooching. You are the happiest little guy that I know, which thankfully helps balance out the emotional hurricane that we all know and love, the one and only Little Miss J.

 

I love your super little smile, and you now have two little teeth poking through on the bottom.

 

You like to roll around on the bed, and so we've finally started making you sleep in your own crib. I could swear that thing is cursed because neither you nor your sister has been all that interested in sleeping in it despite the absolutely adorable little crib sheets I have had for both of you. If I let you fall asleep in my bed, you will typically let me move you into the crib and then there's some patting of your back involved before you will actually stay asleep. But trust me, I am not complaining. It's way easier than what I had to go through with your sister which involved an exercise ball and lots of Twinkle Twinkle, among other things.

 

I used to think there was nothing cuter than little girls and little girl clothes, but you have proven me wrong because really ... how cute is this?

 

You continue to eat and sleep like a champ. While I am still exhausted, it's not really the soul crushing type of exhaustion I felt with your sister. This is the type of exhaustion that can typically be powered through with the help of some coffee.

 

You are sitting up pretty well these days and have managed to keep the face planting to a minimum. You've made no real attempt at moving anywhere, with the exception of rolling off the bed. I attribute your lack of mobility to the fact that you get carried around everywhere, like the little prince you are. People are holding you so much you have no real reason to move independently. But I imagine that day is coming in the not so distant future.

 

There are no words to express the joy you bring each and every day. I love all your yummy baby-ness! I know I am supposed to be teaching you to be an independent sleeper but when you fall asleep on my chest it's so hard to put you down. I could simply stare at your peaceful face for hours.

 

But time will march on and before we know it we will be toasting your 1st birthday! In typical me fashion, I've already been planning your (and your sister's) birthday(s). Until then though, I will savor each and every snuggle and smile because you, my friend, are the last dinosaur baby. Chunglund babies will become extinct when you grow up. So don't grow up too fast, OK?

 

You, J2, have my whole heart for my whole life.

 

xoxo,

Umma