My Wants

Dearest Baby Girl,

A stay-at-home mom has very few desires. I have no need for beauty or riches. My life is complete when I see your beautiful smile.

Though, it would be nice to be able to go to the bathroom with the door closed on occasion...

All my love,
Mom

Joking

Dear Janebug,

Just kidding. Right after I blogged, I went to your room and retrieved you. You slept in our room again.

I wasn't ready yet.

All my love,
Mom

Good Nights

Dear Jane,

Tonight is the first night I'm letting you sleep alone in your room.

I'm very nervous about this.

All my love,
Mom

Music Musings

Dear Jane,
If I've learned one thing today, it's that music really does soothe the savage beast.
You've had trouble getting to sleep recently. Even when we do our bedtime ritual and go through all the standard steps, you still constantly fight sleep. Gramma says that it's because you don't want to miss a single thing in life. I agree.
Today was totally different. We started playing you a couple of my favorite songs and you fell right to sleep. You even let us put you in your crib for a nap! That's a first! Ordinarily you wouldn't allow such a thing. The second we lay you down, you start crying. You've always loved to cuddle. Something is just different when you hear music. It lulls you into a deep slumber that you just can't resist.
I do miss cuddling though...
All my love,
Mom

Keep on Trucking

Dear Janey,
Things are looking up! You dad and I both got jobs, won the lottery and bought a house!
April Fool!
Things are the same. Your dad was turned down for yet another job and we continue to struggle. We've been very lucky to have a great support system, so you have never had the chance to go hungry or want for anything. Still, there are so many things that your dad and I wish we could provide you with. The economy is terrible, which means that we can't seem to get it together for the time being. I hope that all changes soon. I'm starting to lose faith in a lot of things.
All my love,
Mom

Keep on Rolling

Dear Jane,

You rolled completely over for the first time today!

But no one saw it.

I was folding laundry and your dad was watching a movie. You were playing nicely on the floor (on your back) with your toys and then I looked down and you were on your stomach! I gasped, your dad looked down and we both screeched for joy and then realized how disappointed we were that we didn't see it.

Then we tried to make you do it again.

You refused. Stubborn kid.

All my love,
Mom

In A Scrape

Dear Jane,
You got your first self-inflicted injury today. That sounds kind of weird to say, but here's what I mean: you have had minor injuries in the past from fingernail clipping and the like. Today was the first time you were actually strong enough to hurt yourself (and by today, I mean yesterday, since I'm posting this at 1 am). I found this little bruise on your knee when I was changing your diaper. I knew it wasn't serious, but I still yelled to your dad because it was the first time this has happened (talk about dorky first-time parents). We aren't totally sure what happened, but we think you bashed a toy into your leg.
It seems silly, but I feel like its important to mark this moment. From now on, you'll do all kinds of stuff to hurt yourself. You'll do some on purpose and some will happen as a result of circumstances around you. Some will be emotional, most will be physical... Everything from scrapes and bruises to a broken heart. After all, you come from a long line of clumsy people. I just thought you might like to know how it all began.
Happy five months, baby girl. I'm both impressed and saddened by how long (and short) I was able to keep you perfectly safe.
All my love,
Mom