Dear Foster and Four o'clock in the Morning,
Today you are both ten months old.
In some ways it's been a long ten months...ahem, that would be you, 4 AM.
But, in other ways, these past ten months have flown by. I mean, seriously, Foster, you are already talking. TALKING!
The first word out of your mouth every morning at, you guessed it, 4 AM, is ba. I don't know what ba means. Probably the same thing that ga means. You use both for the words that you can't say yet. But, you have some real words too.
Por ejemplo, you can say mama, dada, baby, bye, gaga (for doggy), k-k (for kitty), KA! (for car), ku (for truck & duck), ka (for book) & K-GROWL-K (for clock).
Everything else is either ba or ga. And, I mean EVERYTHING else. I say shoe, you say ba. I say cup, you say ga. Shoe, ba. Cup, ga. Let's call the whole thing off!
This month you began pointing, shaking your head no and waving. You don't know that shaking your head no means no. You just do it to get me or your daddy to imitate you. Or, because you're imitating us.
You do, however, know to wave when we say hi or bye. You do it with gusto too, using your whole arm!
Speaking of waving, I'd like to wave goodbye to Four o'clock in the Morning, once and for all.
I thought we had both already said goodbye to him (her?), but, apparently Four o'clock in the Morning is BFF with Four Teeth Coming in AT ONCE!
Let's call them that, shall we? Four o'clock in the Morning and Four Teeth Coming in AT ONCE!
I don't know what to say about those two, except, why? WHYYYYY?
Foster, you were sleeping so well. I was sleeping so well. And, your daddy was even starting to snore again.
Here's a funny story about your daddy...
He does not wake up in the middle of the night very well. I mean, he wakes up to your cries, of course, but when he does, he's useless. Wakes up confused. Has no idea what's going on.
What? We have a baby? And, he's crying? Why? What am I supposed to do?
I would just go to you myself, but when I walk through the door all you see is a big boob. And, you scream until I nurse you, which is what we're trying to avoid here. (For crying out loud, you're ten months old, you do not need to eat in the middle of the night!)
Okay, so this morning you wake up at 12:30 AM. We let you cry for a while. I get up to use the bathroom and when I return your daddy is still lying there. So, I ask him (in the nicest tone I can muster at that ungodly hour) if he's going to check on you.
The aforementioned line of questioning ensues and finally your daddy begrudgingly gets up and goes in to give you Orajel or Tylenol or your lovey or WHATEVER WORKS!
You quiet down, but as usual, only for a few minutes and then I have to go in and nurse you to get you back to sleep. (No judgements from other mothers please. You know you've done it!)
So, you go back to sleep until 5:30 AM and this time I let you cry for about 15 minutes and then nurse you and put you back down until 7 AM.
This story has a point, I promise.
Come to find out, your daddy was so confused at 12:30 AM this morning that he thought he had to go in and give you diesel. Yes, you read that right. Diesel! As in oil. You know, fuel.
Anyway, we believe this premature waking thing is being caused by Four Teeth Coming in AT ONCE!
We have no way to know for sure, but your daddy says that when he goes in at Four o'clock in the Morning or before, you are gnawing on your hand or the crib or your lovey. And, we can finally feel three of the four teeth that we could previously only see. AND, you had a mild fever yesterday. It was your first.
Four o'clock in the Morning and Four Teeth Coming in AT ONCE! don't seem to bother you during the day, though. You're busier than ever.
I don't get anything done when you're awake because I have to watch you like a hawk. You. Do. Not. Stop.
The other day we were on the floor playing and all you did for at least half an hour was pull up, plop down. Pull up, plop down. Pull up, plop down. Your little butt was even red from all the plopping!
You're a busy, happy baby boy. And I'm a tired, but thankful mama.
Your favorite toys these days are your cars and trucks. I'm not sure if they're your favorite because you can kinda say them, or if you can kinda say them because they're your favorite. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? (The chicken, duh!)
When I take you on strolls through the neighborhood you talk the whole time, pointing out all the cars and trucks. I'm not sure what to call vans and SUVs, so I just call them what they are. I'm sure you're thoroughly confused.
We're leaving for Florida this week and I'm looking forward to you meeting my family again. You're so much more fun than you were at 11 weeks when we traveled there last time. But, you're also more opinionated, so I'm dreading the 10 hour trip in the car, I mean KA!
But, in the spirit of Thanksgiving and in honor of the release of the Where the Wild Things Are movie, this year, more than anything else, I am thankful for you. You are a healthy, happy baby boy, and, I'll eat you up, I love you so.