Levedy

5 months

Dear Bean -

You turned five months almost two weeks ago. I haven’t been procrastinating, it’s just that the past two weeks have been a little busy. For one, your Thea Athena and Uncle Pat were married last Saturday, and you and Earen were baptized on the following Sunday.

You adore your Uncle Pat. When you’re having a meltdown at YiaYia’s because Mama had the AUDACITY to leave you there to run errands, Uncle Pat is the only one who can calm you down. He attributes his magical baby-laudanum nature to his ubiquitous dweebiness, something I only partially believe. He has a knack with people who have a ten second memory. His goofy faces and funny voices have you giggling through your tears in no time.

Your Thea and Uncle Pat had a beautiful wedding. You slept through the whole gig. Athena’s side of the church was packed, and Pat’s had maybe six people, including your cousin, who giggled and screamed through the entire thing.

The next day was your baptism. You and Earen were baptized together, and we have many naked pictures of you that I am fully planning to pull out on the occasion of your first date. After the naked skinny dip in God’s pool, your godmother dressed you in a pretty, but too big dress that made you look like a giant white cupcake.

All went well, and you’re now a full member of the Greek Orthodox church. This means lots of volunteering at food festivals for the rest of your life, so I suggest you learn to do dishes and make gyros now.

Also true to your Greek nature, you have become adept at eating copious amounts of food. You plow through more food than I think your stomach can hold, and most of the time you manage to keep it down. Sleeping through the night, though, still eludes you.

*sigh*

I think I’m going to have to institute some tough love measures to get you to sleep through the night. It’s clear that mama needs sleep when she tries to put a diaper on backwards and the binky up your nose at 1 (and 3, and 6) a.m.

During the day, though, you are a source of wonder. You love the color blue, and will grab at and stare at anything that has that color. You are an observant little thing, even for a baby. You stare intently at everything, trying to figure out how you can possibly get objects into your mouth, be they binkies, batteries, or broom handles. People tell me that means you’re smart, which doesn’t surprise me, seeing as you clearly took half of my brain with you when you came out of my hoo-hah.

I love you little girl, and I can’t imagine taking a single breath without you. Even when you have banana and sweet potato breath, I love to feel it on my face.

I don't normally get all Jesus-y in print, but in a post about your baptism seems as good enough a time as any. I thank God for every second with you, and I understand the nature of Mary's sacrifice now that I have a little beastie of my own that I love more than anything.I love you, I love you, I love you, and I thank the heavens above that I have this time with you.

Now, go wash some dishes.

Love,

Mama

Posted by Jen at October 5, 2006 3:10 PM