Dear Reese,
I see a top tooth! A sliver of white poking through your gums. Hallelujah, I thought the day would never come. Your bottom two teeth have been lonely for three months now.
This weekend someone tells me that as teeth come in, they go up and down. So you could have been teething this whole time as the teeth pressed against the gums and then retreated. They tell me this is also true for breast development. I have not googled it.
We had a whirlwind weekend to Madison and back, which means we spend two days in the car with brief stops in between. But Kai had a good first birthday, as measured by the amount of cake on his body.
You are a champ all the way though. You nap in the car when you can and only lose your patience a few times when you find yourself still in the car. The only time you really meltdown is before bed in our hotel room last night, but I rock you through the cries and you fall asleep quickly enough in the pack-n-play.
It’s me who wakes up at 3 am and lays awake for nearly an hour before I decide to check if you are breathing — you were so quiet and you were so unhappy before bed and those middle-of-the-night thoughts suck. It is the wrong choice. You are clearly breathing, so all I do is wake you up when I place my hand on your back.
This ends with me bringing you into the hotel bed with me and thirty or forty minutes before we are both fully asleep again. At one point in our tossing and turning, you are half on top of me with your head tucked under my chin as you roll into me. I could never sleep like that but what do I care when it’s so precious?
This morning we eat waffles at Hodge Podge with Uncle Wes and Kai before roadtripping again. You two are noticing each other more and more. I hold you up to him across the table and you start babbling to him.
You are happy to be home when we finally arrive here mid-afternoon. While I unpack you spend time scooting around the whole condo, from bedroom to kitchen to living room. When you’re in the hallway I get out some bubbles you got for Valentine’s Day and blow them through the air for you. You absolutely hate it. We’ll revisit bubbles next month.
Love,
Mama