pigtails.

in trying to remember to record some of the little things,
instead of just the family get togethers and trips-
I wanted to write about your first pigtails!

and let me tell you, I worked hard for those pigtails!
You were crawling all over the dining room floor,
with me scooting along after you.
And then your Dad holding you hostage
so I could get a picture.
In which you look thrilled.

Grandma gave me the same little pigtails
and called them my little "paintbrushes."
I love that,
and I love them on you.

chocolate wasted.

dear eleanor,

sometimes, after a really good bottle...

you get super chocolate wasted.

it is so incredibly awesome to witness.

love,
mama

12.18.12

Eleanor,

You and your dad, you are special friends. He is always holding you and stealing my kisses and saying to me, "Do you see what we made?"

But just so you know, he can't wait to embarrass you when you are older.

He has big plans to tell all your friends how gassy you were when you were a baby.

Like the biggest farting machine there ever was. And the manly sounds, oh my word.


And me... I'll never sing karaoke at the top of my lungs while driving you and your friends around.
Or break it down in the living room at one of your sleepovers.
I won't tell your friends how you used to poop up the back of your clothes where I would have to yell ALERT ALERT! Emergency bath!!
Not me.

Love,
Momma

Letters to Eleanor

Eleanor,

 I just wanted you to know, that your Dad and I had to look up how to give you a bath the first time. As in, we googled, "how to bathe an infant".

And then we did it. I gathered your soap and lotion, towels and washcloth with hearts printed on it in bright colors. And we took took shifts of sorts- washing you and rinsing your hair. Dad hurried to dry you off. I put lotion on your little porkchop legs and gave you a combover.

It's funny now, after just 2 months in. After we feel like we are old pros at giving baths.
Because that very first time, we googled it.

Love,
Momma