dear snapper,
we spent most of the last month trying to determine whether you had (or we should be worried if) grown any larger than you were at your six month birthday. which is not to say there was any lack of effort on all of our parts. suddenly the day is packed with nothing but feeding-related activities. from the moment you get up, it’s the nursing/eating/bottle triple combo, so that each food cycle takes three times as long. by the time we’re done with that’ it’s practically time for you to go down for your nap. rinse and repeat four times in the day, and suddenly it’s bedtime. somehow we’ve reverted to the newborn constant feeding madness, except that we all get a break as you sleep overnight.
then it begins again.
we’re still trying to take you out on walks and on outings, but between the feeding and napping, THERE ARE JUST NOT ENOUGH HOURS IN A DAY.
alas. however, you do look bigger, though. probably.
for the first time ever we went down to lost angels for the family gathering around easter. not to imply that i’ve lost my twice-baptized presbyterian faith, but we’ve never really made this a priority before, despite repeated inquiries from the family in past years. yet now with you here, you are the new precious jewel that must be returned for proper admiration. plus, it was oma’s surprise 80th birthday party, so we couldn’t very well resist anyway. we were a little concerned considering your recent adoption of stranger anxiety, but in the end it turned out mostly ok. while you were a little freaked out by the big party and all the people there, you did really well and were suitably adorable and cute for the relatives during the small brunch on easter morning.
plus, while in lost angels, you started a little bit of rolling. and now you are doing some rotating and clear moves towards pre-crawling.
we are all doomed.
well, i just just us, really. you are the doomer. we are the doomees.
