5/8/09
Gracie,
You are 8 months old today beautiful baby girl! You were adorned in a watermelon dress today of green and pink gingham. We went to a Mininite/Amish community for lunch to celebrate Mother’s Day for Nahna and Great Grandma. Everyone fussed over how precious you were - even strangers! You had a bonnet on that matched your dress and the cutest little round pink and blue pok-a-dot sunglasses. You looked like Lil Miss Hollywood Baby!
You were so sweet and cuddly, as always. . . But a little more fussy than usual - which makes me wonder if your ear infection is still bothering you. Or maybe you are trying to get your first teeth to push through your gums and it hurts? Either way, I hate that you are uncomfortable.
You cried for a few minutes when I put you in your crib to sleep tonight - so I got you up a few times and nursed you a little more and rocked you, but each time I put you back in your crib you cried your “I’m tired” cry. I rubbed your back a little and then left. Your cries finally subsided after about 3 minutes and you fell fast asleep. Love you sleeping angel!
Family
Friday, May 8, 2009
Amish Community Trip
5/8/09
Clayton, today we went to a little Mininite/Amish community for a Mother’s Day lunch with Grandma G. The Amish rode their horse and buggy to town and I had fun pointing out to you “look Clayton, a horse” and you would repeat back to me “ A Hose!” excitedly. We went into a little general store and you latched on to a John Deer tractor, combine, and farmyard set and had to have it. Your Papa R. bought it for you. You carried it out of the store proudly and across the street to our car. Once we were in the car you started requesting “Open It Open It”, after I directed you to say “Open It Please Mommy” then I opened it out of the packaging. You were delighted. After we were in the car for a little while, you fell asleep soundly, with a little tractor tucked in your palm.
Tonight while I was reading you books you kept kissing me and saying “love you Mommy” - - - melted my heart! It is for moments like those, that I feel so very blessed to be your mother.
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