Belated Love Letter to a 10 month Old

Dear BabyP,

You are no longer my favorite. See, I would have like to have written this letter sooner, but I can't seem to focus long enough to write a letter of any length because I am too tired. Are you curious why I am too tired?

You just wait.

This morning you got up at 445. This is after you had been up 3 other times. I can see another tooth coming in, so maybe it is the teeth. Maybe it is because you have an ear infection after your tubes were checked out last week and "looked great." Maybe it is just because you are a big baby, and you need your mommy. Whatever it is, I am slowly going crazy with the lack of sleep. I think my friends count it as a good conversation if I go 5 minutes and complete all the sentences I started.

You gained some more teeth this month, I don't know how many. I thought, at one time, as many as three, but that might be wrong. It is so hard to tell because I can feel four teeth right below the gums. I thought they were here, but I may have been wrong.

You love to pull up and cruise. One of your favorite things is to get into the drawers while I am cooking. You drag stuff out, chew on it, and put it back in the drawer. You are a pretty tidy kid. The other day at the park, you were picking rocks up and putting them in a little bucket that someone had given you. You put a few in your mouth, but your main goal was to put the rocks in the bucket.

Since we have gotten the antibiotics, you have been feeling much better. This letter is being written over a period of days, so the sleep last night was much better than when I started this letter. I love having my happy sweet boy back. You are such a joy.

You have started to notice when I am not there. For some time, you have perferred me, but now, when I leave the room, you get a little whiney and start to cry. I also have to pick you up as soon as you see me. You speed crawl over to me and pull up on my pant leg. You wrap your gummy little arms around my neck and smash your cheek to mine. It is like a little slice of heaven to have someone so sweet be so happy to see me. No one is ever that happy to see me. You make me feel like I hung the moon.

Lots of Love,
your mum.