Dear Daughter

So, I'm a week late on this letter to Matilda, but here goes...

Dear Matilda,

You are two months old. I really can't believe it. I'm still very emotional and cry when I look at you. I try not to because I don't want to worry you. You look worried enough as it is. You furrow your little eyebrows when anyone acts silly and we always say, "So serious" to you and try to make you smile. Speaking of smiling...you are smiling more and more. Uncle Jake came over yesterday to work on his sweet beats and you smiled up a storm. He is quite the baby charmer.

You are talking more and more. You coo and we coo back and we stick our tongue out at you and you try to do the same. It's really funny. You had a moment with Beebs where you cooed at her while we had our first dinner out. It was nice to have an adult meal, but I missed you the whole time.

You are sleeping in your crib like a big girl. You started on your 8 week birthday and have been doing so ever since. It was hard at first and you missed snuggling with us, but you hung in there. You are going to bed around 8 o'clock and sleeping until between 2-3 am. I'm hoping that time will get a little bit later. I'm quite the zombie.

We've been really busy running around with Beebs almost every day. We've had so much fun going to the Farmer's Market, cooking, shopping...but I've taken these last few days of my maternity leave to hoard you for myself. I don't want to make any plans so that it will go by slowly. I'm very sad about not being with you every day. I can't even think about it.

You are 11 and one half pounds and 23 inches. I love every bit of them.

Love and many many kisses,

Your Mama









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The last few days and happy 2 months

I have been scolded for my lame posts the past few days...I'm sorry! As usual each day is completely unpredictable and so am I! For starters, yesterday I picked up Mom, got us coffee, got Matilda all situated, drove all the way to my Atlanta based doctors office and I freakin had the WRONG day...that's right my appt was today not yesterday. I cried once we got in the car because I spent an HOUR trying to find something to wear that I felt quasi decent in. These lactating breasts are great for baby bad for wardrobe. I know it may sound petty to those reading this, but once you cross in to the triple digit bra sizes, then we can talk. I digress...pictures from yesterday:

This is the adorable shirt Mama got Matilda from a boutique on the square and her bunny who was born in Amsterdam and arrived with Mary:









Speaking of Amsterdam...America's Next Top Model was fierce yesterday. I was sad sweet Marjorie and her jittery bones were sent home. I want Analeigh to win, but I think personality-less McKey will.



I have been cooking Sam fancy gourmet dinners. I even have proof. I tested out a recipe of Pastor Ryans from The Pioneer Woman website:



Spicy Orange Garlic Shrimp

Spicy indeed, I would cut the cayenne pepper in half, but yummy nonetheless!

Tilda's two month appointment was today and it was completely traumatizing. She had to get 2 shots (she was supposed to get 3 but I had them staggered) and they hurt! I cried, she cried and the doctor told me she heard a slight murmur and wanted me to get her an ultrasound from the cardiologist. She told me there was nothing to worry about and that she would most likely grow out of it, then she told me to promise her I wouldn't go home and cry and then I cried right there again! She is screaming and crying as I type while Mama is changing her diaper. I HATE this!

In happier times:





I will post her 2 month picture later!

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