[I am completely unable to produce this as a cohesive whole letter. One day. One day I will.]
Dear Audrey,
For the first, oh, 10 months of your life, you refused to sleep unless I was holding you. I could coax you to take the occasional nap. The crib was useless. It was ... challenging. After about 10 months of this, I was fed up. So finally I put you in your crib to let you nap, fully prepared to let you cry it out -- although full disclosure I had tried this before, and you outlasted me every time up to 70 minutes -- and you ... fell asleep. And suddenly you were napping in your crib. And a few weeks later you would go to sleep in your crib! It is like heaven! Now, that is not to say we don't still have issues because we do, oh we do, but it is lovely that you nap. However, every time I put you in the crib, you make the saddest little pouty face. Your lower lip trembles. There's a picture I have of your brother making this face, and you make it every.single.time. You do not even usually cry. You usually go right to sleep, because you are TIRED, but that face. Every time. It kills me. It is so adorable.
Also adorable: you blow kisses (sometimes. when you want. did I mention this already?) and you blow on your food to cool it off. It is already cooled off but you obviously have seen us do this and are mimicking it. Of course it's because you're a genius like your mother, but it is just amazing how you pick up on this stuff.
You prefer to drink of out of a straw or a real cup. You are not a big fan of the sippy cup. The straw thing fascinates me, because I recall Patrick at roughly this age not wanting anything to do with straws-type sippy cups. I didn't bother trying them this time around until you grabbed a Capri Sun and knew just what to do with it. And didn't even spill any.
You have also used a straw to sip my iced coffee. I let you have a sip occasionally, and I drink sugar-filled coffee concoctions so it's not overly surprising that you'd like it but one day last week I just got an iced coffee. It was not sweetened. You took a giant sip and came back for more. Twice. I am scared.
I have nearly finished your project 365 photo book and I need to email that to your grandma so she can edit it. Two pairs of eyes are better than one. I can't think of anything else to say right now, but I will as soon as I hit publish...so I'll be back, I'm sure.
Love,
Mama
