Seventeen women all with two things in common, sons and a love of photography have decided to participate in this "Letters to our Sons" circle. At the end of my letter you will see a link to another blog. I invite you to click on the link and continue reading the blogs until you complete the circle.
My Dearest Baby,
You are now eight months old—slow down little boy, slow down! As much as I want you to slow down you get more fun each day.
You are always thrilled to see both Daddy and I when we come home from work and seeing you get so excited melts our hearts. I feel like I was put on this earth to be your Mommy and each day I get more and more confident in that.
This month you are not doing too many more tricks than last month, you are officially in the potted plant stage of your life. I put you down somewhere and when I come back that is exactly where you are—it’s great. Now you aren’t very trilled to be put down, and by not very trilled I mean you go into hysterics if gosh forbid I put you down and need to walk into the kitchen or dare I say it the other room to get something.
Your two favorite things to do in the world to do is to snuggle and to eat, separately or together. You are eating big people food, you love black beans, garbanzo beans, bananas, pears and blueberries (vegetables not so much—shhh…don’t tell anyone Daddy and I favor fruits also)! You are still nursing like a champ and I LOVE it, it is our time together. Some afternoons if you do not want to nap in your crib I’ll scoop you out and we snuggle in the big bed together, occasionally you’ll pop your head up and look around and I’ll say “no way little man, lay back down,” and you plop your head back down on my chest. You’re the best.
You are my beautiful baby, continue to grow big and strong, Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you.
I love you to the moon and back,
Next in the circle is Tania Santangelo, the two things we have in common is the love for our son and the love for photography. I invite you to follow the chain by visiting her link and read her letter to her son.
Read her letter to her sweet boy over here.