Dear Soren,
This is my favorite age! 8 months old and you are cuter than you ever were, smarter than you ever were, and sweeter than you ever were. If there's a good thing about babies, apply a superlative to it and that's what you are now. And, oh! I am sure it will only get better.
The first month, you were pretty unresponsive to the outside world.
Your father and I would discuss endlessly your apparent preferences only to find they had no actual bearing you your moods. You did whatever you were going to do no matter what we did. That meant that some glorious days you would fall asleep in my arms, a warm and tiny bundle, an open conduit for my love and devotion. Other times you were inexplicably furious and inconsolable.
The second month you learned to look at us and smile.
That small change made your extreme mood swings more bearable. You were very particular about what you wanted and I didn't quite know the code, yet. I didn't always get it right but you were responsive when I did.
The third month, I taught you how to sleep.
It was long overdue but it wasn't until the third month that I realized you would need me to teach you. You didn't need much guidance. You wanted to sleep! You were so exhausted from the constant stimulation. Once we figured out your sleep patterns so that you were getting as much as you needed, you became a very different baby. You were so cheerful, with lots more energy for play during the daytime.
By month four, you were my super baby. All the other moms said, "You're so lucky" when I told them how you slept all night,
nursed five times a day, could roll over and grasp a rattle, and loved your tummy time. I knew that all those accomplishments were hard earned. I also knew that there were still times when nothing could sooth your fury.
It was in the fifth month that you really started laughing and in the sixth that you got moving.
Your drive to explore and experience blossomed almost overnight. You changed from a lap and arms baby to a floor baby. You also started to learn what "no" meant in those months. Your increased mobility meant you were testing the boundaries and there are some things I don't want you to learn by trial and error. We still had a lot more fun than ever before.
In month seven, we kept thinking you were going to take off. We thought that any day you would be a crawling, babbling machine.
The suspense was killing us! But none of your motor skills changed. The only thing that changed was your appetite. You became an eating machine, excited about trying everything. You'd been on pretty basic foods for a couple of months so I started pureeing the good stuff for you and you loved it. You would eat anything we were eating and by the end of the month, you were up for almost any texture, as well.
And now! Now you are the best, the brightest, the handsomest baby there ever was! The most cheerful! Most articulate! Most ambulatory! You are the most fun! You are learning to listen. And I think you are learning to love. (Although, you just bit my knee.) You're my little pal now, not just my very needy pet. You're a kid, not a baby, and this is way better.
Love, Your Mom
This is my favorite age! 8 months old and you are cuter than you ever were, smarter than you ever were, and sweeter than you ever were. If there's a good thing about babies, apply a superlative to it and that's what you are now. And, oh! I am sure it will only get better.
The first month, you were pretty unresponsive to the outside world.
Your father and I would discuss endlessly your apparent preferences only to find they had no actual bearing you your moods. You did whatever you were going to do no matter what we did. That meant that some glorious days you would fall asleep in my arms, a warm and tiny bundle, an open conduit for my love and devotion. Other times you were inexplicably furious and inconsolable.The second month you learned to look at us and smile.
That small change made your extreme mood swings more bearable. You were very particular about what you wanted and I didn't quite know the code, yet. I didn't always get it right but you were responsive when I did.The third month, I taught you how to sleep.
It was long overdue but it wasn't until the third month that I realized you would need me to teach you. You didn't need much guidance. You wanted to sleep! You were so exhausted from the constant stimulation. Once we figured out your sleep patterns so that you were getting as much as you needed, you became a very different baby. You were so cheerful, with lots more energy for play during the daytime.By month four, you were my super baby. All the other moms said, "You're so lucky" when I told them how you slept all night,
nursed five times a day, could roll over and grasp a rattle, and loved your tummy time. I knew that all those accomplishments were hard earned. I also knew that there were still times when nothing could sooth your fury.It was in the fifth month that you really started laughing and in the sixth that you got moving.
Your drive to explore and experience blossomed almost overnight. You changed from a lap and arms baby to a floor baby. You also started to learn what "no" meant in those months. Your increased mobility meant you were testing the boundaries and there are some things I don't want you to learn by trial and error. We still had a lot more fun than ever before.In month seven, we kept thinking you were going to take off. We thought that any day you would be a crawling, babbling machine.
The suspense was killing us! But none of your motor skills changed. The only thing that changed was your appetite. You became an eating machine, excited about trying everything. You'd been on pretty basic foods for a couple of months so I started pureeing the good stuff for you and you loved it. You would eat anything we were eating and by the end of the month, you were up for almost any texture, as well.And now! Now you are the best, the brightest, the handsomest baby there ever was! The most cheerful! Most articulate! Most ambulatory! You are the most fun! You are learning to listen. And I think you are learning to love. (Although, you just bit my knee.) You're my little pal now, not just my very needy pet. You're a kid, not a baby, and this is way better.
Love, Your Mom
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