My dearest Abigail,
You turned one month old yesterday. I apologize that the day passed with little fanfare, but we had lots of stuff going on. You were lucky enough to celebrate with your grandparents and great auntie Mitzi, so that may have been gift enough. You’ve changed so much already in the past month that I’m already starting to worry about how much you’ll change before your two month mark! You’re barely fitting in your newborn onesies anymore (those long skinny legs!) and are getting stronger by the day. Daddy’s attempting to show you how to hold your pacifier in your mouth with your buddy (aka your right hand) and sometimes you get it, but most of the time you’re spitting it out of your mouth at warp speed. You haven’t slept through the night yet, but I’ll take it since you really only ever cry when you need something, and once that’s taken care of, you’re back to happy mellow baby.
I’m getting really excited for your first Christmas. I already bought you a stocking and am busy compiling the list of things you’ll be getting. I’m more concerned about gifts for you than making a list for myself (which I’ve usually completed by now). I guess when the mental short list for myself includes a new MacBook and a dishwasher I quickly am jolted back to reality and focus on the $14 Soothe & Glow Seahorse that’s on your list. (Trust me, you want one.)
Anyway, I must go. John Mayer tickets go on sale in 2 minutes and Mommy needs to get front row so I can wear his sweat for a couple hours. I’ll explain that when you’re older.
Love you much,
Mommy.
