One of my absolute favorite blogs is written by Heather Armstrong at dooce.com. She regularly (or used to) write letters to her daughter to document various milestones. I thought that emulating that would be a great way to capture Sydney's fleeting moments of being a baby (which are sandwiched between growth-spurts of elephantine proportion).
Dear Sydney,
This week you will be 4-months old. This I cannot believe without scrutinizing a calendar. You are gigantic, both in body and spirit, and often will go a solid week without crying at all. Your enormous smile and blue eyes often are the first thing I see each day (at 4am) and I am, amazingly, happy to greet you at that ungodly hour.
This month you have breached the 19-lb mark (and my muscles' capacity to hold you while taking the stairs two-at-a-time) as well as discovering your voice. Since you have made this discovery, you have not stopped using your voice, and love to issue high-pitched, squealing noises at all times. You like to watch your brother's (and the dogs') antics, cartoons, and your most favorite sight is Daddy eating. It is bizarre.
When you are trying to fall asleep, you turn your face to the side, clutch your blanket to your face and snuggle into it and make tiny slurping noises. Your favorite place to sit is in your bouncy seat which you can bounce yourself by lifting and swinging your right leg in small circles. Your amazing coordination is matched only by your ability to produce boogers, as you have been sick for an entire month, but happily.
You are indubitably a huge sweetheart and, while sometimes frightened by bearded men, have only nice things to say to everyone and a huge smile to top them off. I hope that you will continue to have this level of bonhomie your whole life, my little sunshine.
Love,
Mama
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Bearded men being my father doling out zerbets.
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