Dear Little Natey Bug:
When you were born, I loved you immediately and intensely. By the time you were four months old, I thought my heart might burst if I loved you any more. I couldn't possibly imagine my love growing beyond that...but it did. And it does. Every day I love you more and more and am so very thankful that I am your mother.
I don't know if I've told you that you weren't a particularly cuddly infant. Admittedly, I would be a tad bit envious of other moms, whose babies snuggled into them like little clingy koalas. You preferred to look out into the world, barely holding on to me. But now? You are a hugging, kissing, snuggling machine. It is fantastic. Except for those hugs that start with you running full speed from another room and end with you tackling my head while I am looking in the opposite direction. Those, I could do without. But the full body hugs you give me, when you lay your sleepy head on my shoulder and we dance in your room while talking about our favorite parts of the day (right before I put you into your crib for the night)....those I will take as long as you give them.
One of my favorite new things this month is your singing. From the time you were itty-bitty, we've been going to mommy and me classes and singing songs. Singing songs at home. Singing songs in the car. I've suspected that you've known the words to our greatest hits - at least some of them - because you are always quick to fill in the words whenever I'd pause. But until now, I've never caught you singing to yourself or even singing along to any favorites. All of sudden you are now a singing machine. You love performing. If I ask you to sing me a song, you'll immediately go into your ABCs. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Where is Thumbkin. Wheels on the Bus. Little Bunny Foo Foo. Old MacDonald Had a Farm... sometimes all in one sitting. And now I've even heard you making up your own songs in your crib in the morning. You are adorable.
And you say the funniest things. I have to get better at writing them down, because I don't want to forget such gems as, "When I get older, I'm going to use a razor to shave my face off." And obviously I love that you are all about the bathroom humor already. We really need to get it in check though, because sooner or later someone is going to hear you ask, "Mommy can I please eat a peanut butter sandwich? Mommy could I please have some cold water? Mommy can I please eat a tushie?" And they will not understand when we both crack up laughing.
I love you more than tongue can tell.