Dear Autumn

Dear Autumn,

How are you already 4 months old? It doesn't seem like it was that long ago that I was ordering unlimited "room service" from my hospital room and that you were still opening your eyes for only minutes at a time during the day. Now you are talking non-stop, giggling, and forming your own little personality.

It's the little things that make you happy - the ceiling fan, bright lights, the television (Dora and Spongebob really grab your attention, though you sure did enjoy Oprah this afternoon), patterned pillows and fuzzy blankets. You have really learned how to purposefully make noise - though you haven't quite mastered making it sound like something other than a screeching cat. You gargle and chatter non-stop in the mornings, so proud of yourself.

In addition to noises you have found your hands and your fingers, often gagging yourself because you've shoved them so far into your mouth. It's both hilarious and pitiful at the same time.

You love your baths. When I first lie you in the tub you have this very confused, concerned look on your face. It only takes one kick or a splash of water on your tummy to remind you where you are and suddenly your legs take over. You often surprise yourself with how hard you splash and the mess you make. If the water didn't turn ice cold you would stay in the tub for hours! I can't wait to take you in the pool and to the beach this year.

You and Grandpa have a special and sweet relationship. He is puddy in your hands and comes running at any sound of distress whether it's from just the other room or two flights of stairs. You should feel very special - Nana often reminds Grandpa that he was never so concerned about his own babies. We're anxious to see if you two share your special bond when you start to walk and can grasp and touch things...

I hope you continue to only grow cuter and more hilarious. I love every minute of my days with you. You bring out the best in me and make me want to be a better person so that you have a great example to follow, just like Nana was for me.

Please don't turn into a terror.

Love,
Mom :)