You fit in wonderfully as a Popp. We all agree. Sylvia agrees a little too heartily, which is all of the smothering, slobbery, head-butting, I’m-eighteen-months-old-but-I’m-going-to-try-to-pick-up-my-infant-sister love you’ve been getting lately. She really loves you. Which is why she would prefer to give you night-night kisses instead of me. But I’m not jealous.
You’re only one month old, so you don’t really do much yet.
I am really a-ok with that. Keep that up. Cause your sister makes up for you. There’s really not much else better in my world right now than getting to snuggle you against my chest – and the best part is, I’m pretty sure you concur. You love yourself some Mommy snuggles.
You’ve been such an easy baby that I almost feel guilty answering people’s questions when they ask.
How is she sleeping? …good.
How is she napping? …great!
Is she fussy? ….nope
How is nursing going? …she’s been a pro since day one!
It’s really unfair how easy you’ve been. But I’m not complaining. I’m soaking you up just as much as I can.
Favorites so far?
Snuggling.
Co-Sleeping. Curling up to sleep next to you all night long is my very favorite part of the day.
Your noises. You are constantly grunting and squeaking and snorting. It’s real cute.
How your sister worries about you when you’re not in the room, and you are the first person she asks for in the morning.
Nursing. Of course. Knowing I’m providing for you exactly what you need and want is a wonderful feeling. And you always stare straight into my eyes while you nurse. I love it.
Naps. You are an awesome napper. You let me lay you down while you sleep, and you do it for hours at a time. A beautiful beginning to our relationship.
I was a little nervous when you came along. You see, I love your sister a lot. Could I love two people that much? Oh. Yes. I love you more than you will ever know. You are a wonderful gift to our family, Naomi. Wonderful.
Love you, love you, love you,
Mama
Luke was a big fan of this post. He thought the pictures of Naomi were the best thing since...cheese (he prefers that over sliced bread). Then I asked him if her remembered Mrs. Popp and he proudly repeated, "Popp!" It might be because that's what he calls one of his grandfathers but I truly believe it's because he misses his Kansas City friends.
ReplyDeleteShe's so pretty! I love her big eyes...she's already a pro at staring contests :-)
ReplyDeleteI miss those days of having a little piece of heaven curled up on my chest. I'm so glad things are going well and that you're enjoying these precious moments.
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