Sweet baby girl, or rather...bear cub. This is what your Papa and I refer to you as. You are our very own bear cub. You are such a nuzzler and snugly little thing. And when you are feeling playful, it's straight up wildlife video. You paw and pounce and grunt and snort, all with a little smirk on your face. A little cub rolling around on her mama.
However, when set in motion my little cub, you still take on the animal spirit of a three toed sloth. Your confidence and skill has not increased your speed. It seems you have inherited your Mama's creed of 'slow and steady'. And I'll go ahead and tell you, it really doesn't win any races. You have the most precious, focused, lumbering crawl. The whole house can hear your steady beat when you're on the move. But Lulah, it's a good pace. It's easier to take it all in, savor the small stuff. And you do. In the mornings, you start your laps. From the living room you move into the dining room, preferring the under the table route. You pause to eat any crumbs left on the floor (or really anything left on the floor), then you continue to mosey on into the sun room. You hang a left, pull up on the dollhouse and then maybe rearrange a few of your sister's 'decorations'. You look around for me to acknowledge how awesome your new mobile freedom is and with a huge grin you drop back to your knees and move on to the play kitchen. After a few pots are thrown around and the oven gets opened and closed 27 times, you decide to continue on with your trek. Next stop is through our kitchen and straight to the fridge to knock down as many magnets as you can. And then repeat.
We're also going on 2 or so weeks of you sleeping in your crib at night in your sister's room. You still end up in our bed in the wee hours of the morning sometimes to nurse, but sometimes just to cuddle. I don't mind. You snuggle like no other. Lulah, I can not tell you how much I love that you are already sharing a room with your sister. So many special memories await you. I lay you in your crib and hear you find that thumb. Quietly I carry in Lucy and we lay down in her bed, minutes later she's asleep. Listening to the night time breathing of both my girls, I slip out with a heart full and content.
You are changing. You are getting longer, stronger, more balanced. You are gaining more confidence and stronger opinions. But your sweetness? It's still as tangible to me as it was on day one. And your roundness? I can't stop kissing your roundness. No lines, no angles...just round.
Love,
Mama
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