Update Month Five

Dear Kylee,

Today you are five months and 8 days old. We celebrated by sharing peanut butter sandwiches, nodding and exchanging eye contact that gave us a moment of bonding that clearly said “You like peanut butter and bread, and I like peanut butter and bread.” Kindred moment. I cut you off after two slices, folded in half and you sat for 15 minutes flashing your tongue out like a lizard, but not because you had some of it stuck in your mouth, but rather to display you wouldn’t mind another bite. One last bite? It’s sorta my birthin’ day Mama, just another tiny taste? As you wrap yourself around my legs and gaze up with the hopeful eyes you were born with. Your two most often expressions are happy or hopeful. We sometimes catch you looking surprised, curious and downright in agreement that what you are looking at makes no sense. Your mother has a potty mouth and refers to those things as “what the fuck?” You are a lady though, and would never say such, you say it more with a pause of contemplation followed with “huh?”

You also want to draw.

You torture this one too much. So much that he not only retaliated against one of your pounces, but gave a crazed chase that had you running like a scared rabbit. You deserved it, he had been in a dead sleep and you thought it would be funny to full charge jump on him.

Every day I wake up and say good morning to your brother, your big sister, and you. Your tail begins a wild thump of anticipation when I get within 4 feet of you, and it gives my mornings a warmth I never thought I’d feel again, you are so grateful to be approached. You want your family so desperately that you often overwhelm us. Your big sister is much more independent, you are wherever we are and have the most interesting sideways jump to express your glee when we notice you, as though you were chosen from the crowd in Price is Right. ME???? Oh my god oh my god!


You still have puppy grunts and piglet snorts. We imagine this is your way of wondering why it’s getting so much harder to get up and move about. Case in point, you fell off the bed yesterday with a thundering slam and the shock on your face was the most honest and innocent look of not understanding what happened. You will eventually come to terms with your growth.

Thank you for finally being potty trained, you resisted, furniture had to be moved. I sometimes think your big sister enjoyed having a laugh of us cleaning after you for months, then finally whispered the secret to it all. She is entertained by those sorts of things and I shook a fist at her for it. We aren’t quite sure why you don’t want to be outside in the sunshine, perhaps you are still young and feel a need to be close to others.

Everyone thinks you are gorgeous, none so much as us. We are suckers, and as of this sentence you came in to show me a toy that I bought for you, but you don’t remember and think it’s the first time I’ve seen it, so I told you how cool it was and how I wanted it for myself. You beamed and said I maybe tomorrow I could borrow it.

Then you asked for more peanut butter and I gave it to you.

Love,

Mama