Thursday, September 27, 2007

Saber-tooth

Someone has a tooth! You get three guesses as to who it is...

Monday, September 24, 2007

Monday, September 10, 2007

5 months

Dear Aven,

You have so much you want to say, my little girl. You just don't have a way to express it yet! I wish I could just hand you a vocabulary and let you run amok with it, but I have to be patient and let you get there in your own time. One of your new favourite things to do is reach out your little palms like microphones and touch my mouth while i'm talking. It's as if you're a blind person touching a face to see what someone looks like, and I can see it in your eyes that you're learning (so I take advantage of that and repeat "mommy" over and over so that you memorize the sounds!).


You continue to surprise us all the time. About 3 months ago I abandoned using the stroller as a means to get you to take a nap, because you would just get overstimulated and cry, and now we only take walks when you're awake and want to look around. You've even graduated to the smaller "big girl" umbrella stroller. Two nights ago, Daddy and I took you out for a walk after dinner to entertain you until bedtime. Imagine our astonishment when we looked down at you and saw this:



A big development this month is that you started eating rice cereal and some vegetables off a spoon! You knew what to do right away, and you seem to really enjoy having goop shovelled into your smacking lips. One night I left you with Daddy and he was feeding you your evening meal. He said he turned away for a second, and when he looked at you again you had a santa-beard of cereal on your face and were crying! The image is just too cute.



In August we took you on your very first camping trip! It was supposed to be two nights, but we ended up coming home after one night because it was cold and rainy. I think you liked your time there even though it was cut short (you have always loved being outside) and it was fun to be able to bundle you up in multiple layers, hoodies, hats and blankets. I think when we take you next year, you will really be able to understand and enjoy what we're doing there.




Aven, sometimes I still can't believe you're mine. When you wake up and smile at me and reach your warm hands up to me and wave them around, before getting distracted by your own feet, you melt me every time. I'm so glad you came to stay.


Love,
Mommy