My dear Abigail,

Right now you are napping in your swing. The swing that we tried *twice* to sell to Once Upon a Child. The swing that you hated during your first 3 months, wherein you now happily glide at least once a day, providing mama some work-time salvation.

Many thanks to the creator for intervening on that one, (the part where we arrived at the wrong time of day for selling your sacred swing).

I definitely don’t have to watch my words regarding your colic. It has officially left the building. Underneath all of that crying and fuss? Happiest, most smiley, adorable dimple-faced baby ever. Well, aside from your bro. You. I may be partial for obvious reasons, but not by much. As of late, you have taken to laughing and cooing and grabbing and munching on your toes, your hands, anything you can get your hands on. And rolling over! Which means you’ve mastered tho art of grasping, which means toy discovery. The joy.

We’ve had our challenges in the breastfeeding department, but we’re working hard together and your mama (me), is learning to let go of the guilt and to revel in the amazing time that is now. You, at this age, which in even the certain moments that feel like forever, are gone in an instant. Your sweet baby smell, your gleeful, gummy grin, your rolly-polly body and peach fuzz head…all will be gone before I know it.

This knowledge comes from first hand experience in having just celebrated your brothers second birthday last week. Yea, he just wee, like you — and now, not. It’s bittersweet, this growing stuff that you’re pulling on me. Both of you.

The most spectacular milestone to occur as of yet is to watch the bond betwixt you and your brother develop. You’ve always had eyes for him, but now! The physical, tender connection that is blooming before my eyes? It’s of the stuff that lets my mind wander and comes back to me full of reverie. I can’t help but ponder upon your relationship through the years, fall-outs there may be. The love though, I can see it…it’s first and what you’ll always have to come back to.

Wyndham loves you so, calling you his hunny bunny. So when you’re older and he’s driving you crazy, or you him — I’ll have this to fall back on to show you, at which you may very well turn your nose up. But at this moment in time, life is full possibilities and the foundation has been laid. So soak up all those head caresses and stories he’s bestowing upon you, because baby girl, you are loved like no other!

Suspicion...

is to be a big brother.

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