Dear Scarlette,
I'm writing you this letter on my fourth cup of coffee so forgive me if I start rambling incoherently like I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. You've decided that mommy getting any sleep is not on your agenda and so I can barely put together a full sentence without being caffeinated to ten buck two. I did manage to write this letter on the appropriate day so we're calling that a victory, savvy?
This past weekend you were able to meet your extended family for the first time. Your great-grandmother flew in from Texas, plus you got to meet your aunts and uncles. You have some stranger anxiety and clung to me like a little koala bear. I assume this is from the fact that every stranger you've ever met has given you a shot or a feeding tube.
You're doing so great with your physical therapy. This week you started sitting up on your own. You only last about eight seconds before you fall over, but eight seconds is all the time you have to stay on a bull to win a rodeo so I'd say that makes you a champion at sitting.
You have just discovered your toes and you're like "Toys? Why would I want to play with toys? Have you seen this? I have FEET! With TOES ON THEM! I need to put them in my mouth! Nom, nom, nom, nom, TOES!"
You are not, however, what they call an "easy baby" right now. You have learned to make yourself choke in order to get our attention. Right. Your developmental therapist says that this is normal, that you learned we would rush to you when you were choking on your feeding tube. And since you're a little genius, now you're all "Those big people, I CAN CONTROL THEM! I HAVE ALL THE POWER! I WILL CHOKE AND MAKE THEM DO MY BIDDING!"
Please nip that in the bud or I'm seriously going to be all yo ho ho and a BOTTLE OF RUM. Or seven.
You make up for it by doing this smacking thing with your lips to get your daddy's attention that is the cutest thing I've ever seen since that last really cute thing you did. On the other hand, you've also discovered shrieking.
And also? We taught you how to blow raspberries because it made you laugh and we were all "SHE'S LAUGHING! MAKE HER LAUGH AGAIN!" which in hindsight wasn't the brightest idea we've ever had because now you spit all the time. You're spitting on me as I type this. With your foot in your mouth.
You're our favorite awesome tiny girl.
Love,
Mommy
(other recent Scarlette posts: Medically Speaking @7.5 Months)
