A certain little bug is 17 weeks old today. 17. Seriously? Where does time go?
I got a little sentimental on her yesterday. And I suppose I can’t blame pregnancy hormones anymore. Maybe I’m just turning into a regular old sap. But her room was in desperate need of cleaning and reorganizing. Nesting instinct, where have you gone? With Leah looking on from the rocking chair, I got to work getting the mound of clean clothes off of her dresser and into the closet. I reorganized her shoe box that was a cluttered mess. I cleaned up her stack of books that had fallen apart. And then I got to work cleaning out old clothes. Her dresser drawers were a disaster, and I knew that half of the things in them didn’t even fit her anymore. As I was cleaning them out I would come across things that brought back fun memories. Sure, she’s not that old yet, but she’s old enough to have given me a brain stocked full of memories. By this time, she had gotten sick of the rocking chair so I put her on her play mat. I came across the hat she wore right after she was born. I looked at that tiny hat, and then I looked at my big girl talking to and reaching for her seahorse. I looked at the hat, and I looked at my girl. The hat, my girl. When did she grow up? How did she get so big already. It all hit me, and I had my first, she’s growing up too fast thought! I snapped myself out of that one, but they kept coming. I found the onsie we brought her home in, I found my favorite pair of her little pants, I found the tiniest pair of jammies, and I found a gown she wore in the hospital. I put all of that up in the closet, perhaps we’ll have another girl someday and I can make new memories with it. And then I got out some stuff that had been waiting for a spot in the dresser. Bigger clothes. Clothes that I’m sure in another three months I will cry over all over again. When does the growing stop?!
I might be sad about her growing up, but at the same time I am having so much fun watching her do it! I was thinking the other day; I have a front row seat to watching a person develop from scratch. It’s pretty neat really. Think of how many times a day you reach for something. From the second we get up, we start reaching. Maybe a phone, light switch, toothbrush. You probably reached for a mouse to click on this blog. And we don’t think twice about it. Little Leah works so hard to reach for her darn rings! She sizes them up, she kicks her legs in anticipation, sometimes she arches her back, sometimes she grunts, and lifts her hands ever so slowly with perfect concentration… and even then she doesn’t always get them. I get a kick out of watching her try. She is getting much better at it though. I’d say she has a 95% rate. She is reaching for eve.ry.thing. these days! And when she gets it, straight to the mouth it goes. She doesn’t discriminate either. Her Christmas dress, my arm, her toys, her books, anything will do. She has also started going for hair, necklaces, and glasses. Fun times are ahead. I cut my hair short enough to not go into a ponytail just in time.
What have I learned about her this week? Well, two things really. Or at least two of my favorite things. She loves books. She loves her books more than any toy she has. A book can calm her down or put her in a good mood more than any toy she has or any goofy face I make. And I love that about her. She really gets into them, too. She looks back and forth at the pages so frantically! And often, she’ll look up from the pages and give me a big smile while I’m reading. It’s so sweet. She’s gonna be a smart one! The second thing I’ve noticed about her this week is that she is getting quite attached to her blanket! I love it. When I go in to check on her after she’s been asleep I usually find her clutching it close to her face. The SIDS people would probably have a cow, but it was knitted so it has holes. And when I go to get her out of her crib I usually have to pry her little fingers off of it. I wanted her to be attached to something at bedtime, blanket or stuffed animal. I thought maybe it would comfort her and help her sleep better. And I think she’s definitely latched on to her blanket. Also, after a nap one day last week I heard her talking. She either wakes up talking (good sign) or crying (bad sign). I knew she was in a good mood, so I couldn’t wait to go get her. When I walked into her room the first thing I saw were her feet covered by the blanket sticking straight up so I could see them over the crib. And remember the holes? Well, her toes were sticking through them. Funny little thing was talking to her toes and smiling! It just melted my heart.
We’re still working on teeth. Oh my goodness, how long does it take?! Everything is covered in drool and everything gets chewed on, hard. I know, I’ve been bitten. Some days are worse than others, but we could all really use some teeth, and soon.
And me 17 weeks later? Well, no one worry, I’m just withering away slowly. I have to stop losing weight at some point, right? In the meantime, I need a shopping spree. Kyle? Anybody? I bought a pair of jean two weeks ago and they already don’t fit. What is going on!? But enough about that, we Proebstings are officially ready for Christmas! Thanks to Kyle, who just couldn’t contain himself. Decorations are up, Christmas pictures taken, Christmas cards bought, and half of the shopping done. And it’s November 3! I should get some kind of prize. I’m hoping to have all shopping done by Thanksgiving, and then the day after I can wrap presents all day instead of shopping at 4am like usual. It just doesn’t seem worth it this year. Waking up that early isn’t as fun if you have to do it everyday anyways. I’m so excited for the Holidays with Leah. It was already more fun decorating with her around. She loved all the lights. And I know she doesn’t even know what presents are, but I can’t wait to go shopping for her. And in all likelihood, she will be with us when we do it. How many years can we get away with that?
That’s all she wrote for today. Next week Leah gets to try food… a whole new level of fun is about to happen.
Conversation: We were getting ready to leave the house, Kyle picks up the carseat.
Kyle: What’d you put in here?
Me: Leah?
Kyle: It feels like there’s a lead ball in here.
Me: That’s Leah.
And this one isn’t about Leah at all, but I think my mom will enjoy it.
(After Kyle set his desktop background to a glacier)
Me: We should go to Alaska.
Kyle: On an Alaskan Crusie.
Me: Ya. My mom would like that.
Kyle: Oh, your mom’s coming?
Me: (Realizing how I made that sound) Yup.
Kyle: Oh I didn’t realize she came with us on vacations.
Me: She does.
See mom, I’m always thinking of you. Ha.
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