Sunday, January 9, 2011

Dear Drew

Dear Drew,

Today you are seven months old, and you are one curious little boy! Perhaps your curiosity was the main reason you learned to sit up all by yourself even before Emily. You love a good view, and when you find yourself on your back against your will, you will strain and try to pull yourself into a sitting position. We joke you are trying to do sit-ups. Once upright, you look around, smiling.

You are also learning how to move around. You roll easily from stomach to back, and more recently, you have started rolling back to stomach. In the last few days you have begun picking yourself up off the floor by pushing up. Once you add the knees, you will be in prime position for crawling. Right now, your preferred means of movement is backwards scooting. Watch out world when you decide to throw it into forward!

When I asked Daddy what stands out most about you since our last letter, he immediately said your overall happy state of being. Wait? Didn’t I say how happy you are the last time I wrote? I sure did. And, guess what? You’ve only gotten happier. You smile with your whole body. You laugh and your little dimple under your eye shows. Perhaps the only time you are not happy is when you wake up. Every day, without fail, you wake up screaming like you have never eaten before. Trust me, Drew, we feed you--often and well. We think the early morning wake-up calls are a small price to pay for babies who easily sleep ten hours a night.

Your six month appointment seemed so far removed from those early, colicky days. You aced all of the assessment questions, performing ahead of where the average baby scores. At 17 lbs and 7 ounces, you are in the 50th percentile for weight, 45th for height, and 60th for head circumference. All good sizes, as the good doctor noted, but still not quite caught up to Emily, which is funny, since both of you eat roughly the same amount of the same things. As an eater, you tend to either snack or gorge. When it comes to fruits and veggies, you typically spit back out the first spoonful of whatever is on the menu, only to come back and devour the rest. Just this weekend, we discovered you love apple butternut squash--second bite onward. Yum.

When I started writing this letter, you had two teeth, both in the exact same spot as your sister. I must write faster if I am going to keep up with your teeth. This morning your Daddy announced, and a bite on his finger confirmed, you now have a top tooth for a grand total of three teethies. Your hair is still white blonde and thin and your eyes a slightly paler shade of blue than Emily’s. Your cheeks stay a rosy red, and we’ve been battling a nasty rash under your neck from the constant moisture. There’s a reason we call you Drool Bear.

Family was a big part of your first Thanksgiving and first Christmas. You eagerly went to each pair of open arms, ready to charm the next willing snuggler with your smile and laugh. We all had much to be thankful for this holiday season, including the speedy recovery of Grandma Vivian after hip surgery. The silver lining of her accident was the time she was able to spend with us during her rehab, and she certainly loved loving on the two of you.

Santa left lots of goodies for you this year—toys, books, and new Canes’ gear. The rest of the family also made sure your first Christmas was extra special, and I think we will be opening toys for quite some time to come. You love the roar of the race car, the pop of the spinning top, and the song of the singing farm. And, when you are ready to refresh from a hard day of playing, you can recline in the comfort of your new yellow ducky tub before we read you and Emily a bedtime story from your new book collection.

Thank you, though, Drew, for reminding me through your innocence of the real meaning of Christmas. All of the worldly gifts we give can never compare to God’s gift of His Son to this world. As I stared at the sleeping faces of my babies on Christmas Eve, overcome by motherly love and moved to tears, I recalled anew God’s love and grace. Oh, yes, dear Drew, God is good--always.

Anticipating being snowed in if we waited until the day after Christmas to leave, we decided to hit the road Christmas Day night and drive overnight to Orlando for a family trip to Disney with Cousin Tanner and Aunt Kelly. One of our funniest memories of you from Disney is seeing you pull yourself forward in the stroller, stick your head out to see what was going on, and then fall backward, only to repeat the process over and over. Not to be outdone by Emily, you also had to eat a Disney park map except you didn’t make scary choking sounds. You chewed and swallowed. Oops. Next trip, we will get you ice cream instead.

Still recovering from a long car ride home, we all spent Mommy and Daddy’s anniversary and New Year’s Eve, at home. We turned in early, and Daddy woke Mommy at midnight to see the ball drop. After a quick kiss, I was back to sleep, ready to wake up to my first new year as a mom.

The new year brought your first guys’ only trip to a Canes’ game. Daddy took you and Papa to a Canes/Panthers game, and while I was nervous to not be there with you, Daddy was good about sending me picture texts of your adventures. Between the lights and the action, you slept for about five minutes. Daddy commemorated the experience by buying you your first jersey.

In 2011, I commit to working extra hard at the most important job I have ever been selected to perform: being your mommy. Every smile, every milestone, every experience with you is the best paycheck I will ever receive.

We love you, Drew Bear.

1 comment:

Melissa Allen Brown said...

Tears, again. Thank you for sharing.

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