I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. You need to get over it. Because you're my last baby, I don't have the heart to sleep train you. I like rocking you to sleep. I even like snuggling with you in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, I do need some sleep of my own so that I can keep up with you, Thatcher, and Hadley during the family's normal waking hours during the day. You've got me between a rock and hard place.
Speaking of tight squeezes, you are the biggest baby I've ever had...and perhaps the biggest I've ever seen. You weigh as much as your sister does - and she's two! I tried to put you in a 6-12 month swim shirt this week. It was like trying to stuff a 20 pound sausage into a 10 pound casing. Is this your way of making sure you get your own set of clothes and not just Thatcher's hand-me-downs? It's working.
It is not only your girth that impresses me, but also your physical prowess. I should have known we'd be in for a wild ride when you started rolling over at only six days old. I get it, you have motor skills; so you can stop trying to crawl now, okay? Let's not rush it. It's fun watching you master the pincer grasp, though, especially as it means you can feed yourself. Baby food is a pain, so I really appreciate you going ahead and numbering those days.
I promise I'm going to try to get Hadley to stop riding you. Somewhere along the way, she's gotten it into her head that she can ride you like a pony. It's probably her idea of a compromise since I won't let you carry her, as she so often asks you to do. I tell her you can't walk, so I guess she thinks she can ride you while you learn to crawl. I'm sorry about that. I'll work on it. Besides, I know you'll have your revenge soon enough once you're mobile.
Love,
Your mom
