Tuesday, May 17, 2011

A Woman in her Thirties Figures

Dear AB,

You, baby girl, are six months old this week. Let today go down in history as the day this woman in her thirties realized that all those people were right who said the first six months with you would fly by.

A woman in my mommy group said that six months was her favorite age with her child. I can see why she said that. You are eating some solid foods (peas, sweet potatoes, and bananas--of course--being the favorites):
And you are laughing a lot. You get your Daddy's love of laughing at his own farts, and your Mommy's love of laughing at people who laugh at their own farts. But there is no one you think is more hilarious than me, and I love that:

I do have unfortunate news for you, Spunky. Of all the things you could have inherited from me (and it's pretty safe to say you haven't inherited much so far), you seem to have gotten my hair:
A woman in her thirties definitely knows that there is more to a person than her hair, and that your overall cuteness in every other way more than makes up for your out of control coif, but I might need to remind you of that many times during your life when you curse your hair straightener (and me). I love you, Punkers. Let's just focus on that.

What has amazed me the most over the last few weeks is just how much you have figured out. On your own. I was so worried about the separation anxiety for the last few months, but just recently it seems like you woke up and realized, 'Oh yeah. That boob lady always comes back.' So I've worked out, left you for more than a couple much-needed girls' nights, and am able to plan for things and know that you'll be fine with Grandma and Grandpa. Yes!

But I can't help but think... is this a trend? What other things are you going to figure out all by yourself, huh? Are you trying to tell me that you're not going to need me to tell you just how awesome your swimwear is:

Or just how far you have your Daddy wrapped around your finger?I guess this means that if you can figure out how to let someone else feed you a bottle, a woman in her thirties can figure out that part of being a Mommy is knowing that she doesn't have to do all the figuring for her baby girl. I get choked up when I think about all the choices you have ahead of you, good and bad. Whatever direction all this figuring takes you, I want you to know that I wake up every single day amazed at how perfect my little baby girl is. I can guarantee I always will.

Happy half birthday, Punkerson. There has never been anyone luckier than me.

Love,
Mom

8 comments:

  1. I laughed, I cried, then I re-read the fart part and laughed some more. Great post. :)

    Happy half birthday, Anna Banana! Now stop growing until I can get my hands on you some more, please.

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  2. Awwww! Love this! Can that child get any cuter? I don't think it's possible.

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  3. Of course she likes bananas, she's Anna Banana; but does she like punkins 'cause she's Punky McSpunkerpants.

    Uncle H.

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  4. Oh my gosh, those pictures of her hair are killing me.

    I can't believe she is six months old. I love that you are Anna's mom, too. You guys are good together. :)

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  5. Love love love the pictures of her hair ;-)

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  6. I am laughing out loud at work over her hair! Does she like green bananas like momma? ;) You are such an amazing mom...Anna is one lucky girl to have letters like these to read when she grows up.

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  7. So does that last photo depict her laughing at her daddy's farts?

    I so love these letters you write to Anna Banana; they always make me smile - as much for the love the two of you share as for the always-adorable photos of that sweet girl!

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