Dear Elsie,
You are four days away from being four months old. To quote my California midwife, “Very Cool!”
How are you liking Toronto by the way? I keep forgetting to ask. From my perspective, which is normally a standing bounce, you seem to be adjusting. Except for the sudden onset of teething which is making you VERY uncomfortable, not to mention an absolute drool monster. Can you say Wet T-shirt Contest? You can’t? Oh. Forget it then.
I speak to you in French for a couple minutes every day ’cause I have bilingual ambitions for you, my little Glacial Run Off. We do endless rounds of Frère Jacques. I think implanting the sounds through song is extra helpful! Oui, oui? Don’t worry, I am soliciting help from my Francophone friends in order to expand our repertoire. I would hate for you to get bored and start ignoring my earnest vocalizations en français.
Did I mention you drool a lot? And by a lot I mean A LOT. I finally understand the purpose of a bib. ‘Cause when I opened all the bibs at my baby shower, I didn’t. I was like, yeah…bibs! Little fabric tongues (why? what would you call them?) with dogs and frogs and ‘social butterflies’ intended to conceal your fashion forward ensembles. How stupid. I mean, really, I mean…
The mama’s naivete is precious.
We suddenly understand functionality.
One last thing. This past Saturday, your finger found your nose hole. How exciting! Daddy and I were very proud. It seemed like an advanced move. Actually anything you do with your body is adorable. Smile, adorable. Cough, adorable. Roll over, adorable. Cry so hard you hyperventilate, um…adorable. Finger up your nose, adorable. We’re a little nuts about you.
That’s all for now, Waterfall.
Bonne nuit! Sleep tight, for longer than six hours.
Love love, Mama
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I will not allow this drool stage to be a source of teasing later on down the road for my bibbed-out niece! As her aunt AND your older sister, you are forbidden to call her “waterfall” again! I just saw an episode of Without a Trace and this guy with the seeming innocent nickname of Mouse turned into a crazy man…because of the nickname!! If TV says it’s true…
xo
Hey I had the nick-name flukey-lukey but that was only because I would stop some funny shots playing goalie in shinny hockey.
Other than that never had a problem with nicknames. Of course Amber’s older brother calls Shawana Diva and doesn’t like that and we have asked to stop which he has. My 2¢.
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