Dear Baby: 29th natural letter for my baby

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Posted on : 21-02-2010 | By : dutdot | In : All about my baby, Book-Making, Business, Expat Blogging, NATURAL LETTERS

THE 29th LETTER

February 21, 2010 @ 10:46a.m.

Dear Baby,

How are you, my baby?

I know you’re feeling happy and triumphant as of this moment. You’re under Mommy’s table, tinkering the laptop cable, and the extension chord. Goodness! You really love such stuffs! Daddy has to give you your own extension chord! What an interesting thing to know about our 10-month old baby, oh, you’ll turn 11 next week! How time flies, baby, and you really don’t seem to look like your age (you’re smallish than your real age, sigh), but, cheer on, your mental development is already that of a toddler!

Awhile ago, you woke up from a little nap of 10seconds after drinking the last ounce of your milk. You crawled towards the cassette player that’s playing Arabic songs. I was amazed when suddenly I could no longer hear the sound coming from the radio. You turned of the radio! And whoala, turned it on again. How did you do that? You are simply amazing. I couldn’t forget the times you taught me a lot of things I don’t know in our telephone when you found out the speaker button on it; the Samsung digicam when you turned it on without pressing the power; and, so many to mention.

You’re still as active as a grasshopper, hopping from one site to another in our room – all of your toys cluttered onto our carpeted floor. I think you’re not sleepy yet or rather you don’t want to sleep yet. I don’t force you to sleep now. I really am sorry for the past days last week wherein I forced you to sleep by rolling you over for three times. I thought that was beneficial to you because you’d really sleep for straight two hours after that. Oh no, don’t get me wrong, baby. Mommy’s not hurting you, I think, because I do that gently. I just stopped doing that when I thought of the book I read about Past Life Transgression. I really don’t want that thing to be a habit, that is, you’re having a difficulty in sleeping. When you were still young, you’d fall asleep at just the sound of Mommy’s lullaby; or the slight brushing of Daddy’s caressing fingers on your hair. But not these days. You need to tire yourself for you to sleep. I saw that when one time Mommy fell asleep waiting for you. I dozed for an hour or two just the other day. When I woke up, fortunately, you’re still playing. I just called on you and said, “Come, baby”. You immediately crawled onto the bed and laid your head on Mommy’s tummy, grabbed that bottle of milk, and fell asleep. Wow. I cried at that moment. How on Earth did Mommy roll you over for the past three days just so you could asleep when all that Mommy could do was allow you to play, play, play until you get tired and your eyes sleepy that you could no longer resist Mommy’s call that you should finally sleep. However, the problem is, you’d oftentimes resist your sleepiness by tinkering a lot of things that you see in our room. Like right now, you just could not seem to rest those sleepy eyes. But, hey, here you are…tugging on Mommy’s legs, begging to be carried…hmmm, you must be so sleepy now.

I carried you and put you in our bed. You cried. You were so sleepy, indeed. You rolled over on your own. Aha! That’s where I got the idea that you wanted to roll over for you to sleep. Maybe it’s why I did that last week so you could sleep. But rolling over should be done by you, and not by Mommy. So here’s Mommy, just allowing you to get tired all by yourself. How many times did you get up from bed minutes ago, and tinkered everything that you saw on the floor, on the bed, on the sofa…then, Mommy went to her table and did her thing. That’s when you begged her to lift you up and lulled you to sleep while the Mozart music’s playing on the background. Glad that Daddy put the cassette player in our room last night. Oh, last night, too, you were amazed at the sound coming from the Bose speaker on the upper left corner of our room. You’re really amazing, baby. You just know where the music or sound comes from. You have this habit of tossing your hand on the air, as if saying, “see?” whenever you sense that something you thought of is right. I am not so sure, too, but there are two occasions when I heard you say, “I know…”

Last night, too, someone called Daddy, and there you were, you were also imitating that you were talking on the phone with someone. You put your hand on your left ear and babbled some words as if you were conversing with a caller. Haha. Just like you did a few minutes ago when someone miscalled Mommy on the phone, and you immediately put your hand on your ear and said “hello”.

Last night, baby, you made Mommy cry. It was past 1a.m. (you were suddenly awaken when Daddy sat beside you in our bed) when you saw Daddy’s mobile phone. Your eyes lighted and begged for Daddy to give you his mobile phone. Daddy finished texting someone and he gave it to you. But he was afraid because you were about to delete Daddy’s contacts so he locked the keypad until such time that the lights of the mobile phone went away. You touched my arms and looked at me with your eyes begging me to open the phone. I didn’t unlock the keypad, but just sort of touched one button to light up the screen of the phone. You were gleeful again! I looked at the screen, and there, you were happy to see our picture together, baby. You were trying to make a signal like “eating” (with your mouth opening and closing and a sound of slight ta-ta-ta). I looked at our picture again and, indeed, you were pointing on the bread on your hand. Daddy forgot that there was even a bread on your hand. He was unsure why you signaled like you wanted to eat. He also forgot that it was the picture he took when we ate at the Kentucky last February 7. How’s that, baby? We were really thrilled that you have a very vivid memory at barely 11 months!

You’re sleeping now, baby, and my heart goes out to you as you sleep. I am completely blessed for having you. There are times though that sometimes you wanted your way out, you wanted to always be pleased (hehe, I guess, all babies do), you wanted to do things on your own. But you know, it really touches my heart whenever you ask Daddy or Mommy for permission before you touch a thing or two, or go somewhere else in the four corners of our room. Well, there are times you’d just slip away from Daddy’s or Mommy’s attention, and you’d find your way towards the bathroom, the hallway, and the kitchen of our new flat here.

This is all for now. Sleep well, baby.

iloveyou,

mommy

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