Last week, you turned four months old. And celebrated that little milestone with your first ear infection. We were on vacation in San Diego and my sweet, little bundle of easy baby turned into a wake-up-every-three-hours nightmare. You didn't have any other symptoms of an ear infection, but on a hunch I took you in and there it was.
So, the first few days of our vacation (for you and me, anyway) were rough. But in the end, it all worked out and you have returned back to your regularly scheduled awesomeness. (Just in time for your four-month shots, but that's another story).
You are unique...
You are special...
I hope that you always have that contagious happiness, Millie. You make every room brighter with your smile. And you don't have to be talked into being happy or laughing. You WANT to be happy. You WANT to laugh. You WANT to be just like your sister... we can see it now. The two of you are going to gang up on us and then we'll really be screwed.
And you love it. You truly love your sister. And she loves you. Has from about the time you were two weeks old. She always wants to play with you, kiss you, hold you, feed you cereal... all things that require Mommy to monitor. But I know that both you and she can't wait until I turn you loose with each other. And then.... well, I hope this neighborhood city country world is ready.
You've also learned how to roll over. It was a sad day when that happened. It was June 4th. I remember because your Daddy was in Vail. I was attempting to bathe Hazel and you were in the living room alone playing in the gym. Your Aunt KC came over and I yelled at her to play with you while I finished bathing your sister. That's when she yelled back: "Um... Millie's trying to roll over."
To which I responded: "No... she's been rolling to her side a lot recently. Usually that's how she falls asleep. Don't worry about it!"
Approximately 20 seconds later...
"Millie just rolled over!"
You have become quite the slobberer in the last month. Literally. You are a drooler, Millie Bean. A big one. I keep thinking that it's because you're about to teethe... as your sister had her first two teeth when she turned four-months-old... but, nope. Nothing. You're just an obligate slobberer.
You're still a binkie baby... although I blame myself for that. I keep hoping that you're transition to the thumb but you get so frustrated trying to suck your thumb that I "help" by sticking the binkie in your mouth. Which means that Mommy can't complain that she has to get up in the middle of the night to plug you back in.
You are such a fascinating baby, Millie. You really are. This morning, I went in to your room at 8 a.m. to see if you were asleep or at least stirring so I could feed you and you were just laying there... completely awake... just enjoying being. And your face lit up when you saw me. I felt my heart melt right then and there.
I know that these moments are fleeting. I know that by this time next year you're probably going to be throwing temper tantrums like your sister (ah.... the divine comedy of being a toddler!) so right now, all I want to do is cuddle with you and rock you to sleep. I want to make you laugh so I can ingrain that sound of pure happiness into my brain. I want to make you smile so I can take a mental snapshot and think of it when I'm not with you. I want to watch as you and your sister interact and capture those moments in my heart and be grateful at how blessed I am as a mother to witness such things. To know that I gave birth to two such special and amazing spirits. That I'm raising a little family. That I'm in charge of helping you make it through this world. That I have a responsibility to help you become whatever it is that you're destined to become.
Love,
Mama
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