Monday, May 27, 2013

at twenty eight weeks...

at twenty eight weeks you didn't look like a little baby anymore when i came to pick you up at daycare.  you were so content riding around in this big cart.  your cuteness is seemingly endless.

at twenty eight weeks you had your longest night of sleep yet...7pm to 5:15am.  go girl! here we are celebrating in the morning...sleepy cozy ladies...
at twenty eight weeks you are happy and talkative, and your thighs in leggings are getting out of control and so squeezable...
oh baby girl, you are the root of joy, the essence of love, and the sweetness of life...
at twenty eight weeks you got a visit from your friends charlie and erin.  they brought you a new jacket from patagonia.  you have some growing to do, but we know you will spend many wonderful maine days in this adorable coat...
yay for sunny days spent by the ocean walking trails in the woods...
during the walk i had to snap this photo of your hand peeking out of the carrier.  i love the chubby little fist and wrist roll...

and here you are admiring erin's new bling.  when they shared their exciting news you burst into tears, it was adorable...
maeve, you are delicious.  i love to smother you in kisses and raspberries...to tickle you and hear you find your laugh...to see you observe the world...
we've spent so much time lately on the blanket that jersey made for you surrounded with books and toys.  you are changing before our eyes.  goodness on top of goodness.  greatness built on greatness. wonder peering over endless wonder...
i looked into your room this morning and there you were sitting up on your own, playing with toys, talking, and giggling...
while you were playing, i put together something for your room...
and speaking of which, i haven't really shown your room yet, but here is a view of your bookcase, bin of toys, book nook, and your sign...
at twenty eight weeks you ate like you meant it.  your current favorite is blueberries and pears.  you open your mouth wide in anticipation of your next bite.  our freezer is filled with so many healthy fruits and veggies.  your face is covered...
at twenty eight weeks we did airplane.  those big eyes and big cheeks are all that i need to look at.  this is how flying should be...
at twenty eight weeks you were a stress reliever for one of your dearest followers as she studied for her end of year exams...
every single day we go and visit the baby in the mirror.  you love her.  you are now reaching out and touching her.  you always smile when we visit.  today i took a picture, but you were too busy staring at the baby!
you and dad had some good fun this week.  i started a writing class this week, so you two had a special night without me.  you also had half of a weekend day together, just the two of you, while i went on an adventure with christina.
when i got back from our adventure, i opened the door and heard dad shout from the back room can i get some help in here?, which i knew could only mean one thing.  you had a massive blowout in skinny jeans and i walked in to dad gagging and trying his best.  we cleaned you up and then took this photo before we plopped you into the bath...
 
at twenty eight weeks we took lots of walks to madeline point.  yay for peaceful and lush trails...and time together to walk, talk, and be...
at twenty eight weeks you smelled lily of the valley for the first time, before giving them to a neighbor... 

it was a special week with august.  you two went to the cousins island chapel and got married (yay!)...

 i got this picture sent to me at work with the caption "tiny dancer"...
 you hit up the library...
 you finally got august back for all the arm kisses he gave you...
 be sties holding hands...
 you had some deep conversations...

and you played with your favorite toys...
you rolled over this week from your back to your belly while with rachael and august.  it was so exciting to learn that you did this, as just the night before dad and i spent an hour with you on the floor watching you try and try.  we knew it was close.

maeve, dad just walked into my office to say good night.  i burst into tears.  happy tears.  writing this post to you each week is such an important hour of my week.  it is a time of reflection.  of rereading old posts.  of remembering where we've been.  of looking at who you are, right now.  of scanning my mind and heart...and putting it into words.

sunday evenings used to be spent thinking about heading back to work, wishing the weekend could be a little longer, and letting my mind wander and worry.  and now, writing to you is my sunday routine.  it keeps me focused on the good stuff and allows to me to savor this time.  and lady, did you hear?  our weekends are about to get a day longer! i can't wait to spend every friday with you this summer.  just me and you...doing whatever it is we find ourselves doing.  no errands, just fun, you, and me...and mr. hobbes!

i love you, maeve.  period.

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