Cluck, Cluck

Dear Sarah,
Halloween is in a few days and I would be lying if I told you it took me months to nail down a costume.

I am NOT lying when I tell you that I have had your Halloween costume for roughly 7 years.

So here is what happened...

I worked at Old Navy for few years right out of high school and the first year I started I was the one that unpacked the costumes for da babies.

There was one that stood out, on a scale of 1 to 10 on a cuteness scale it was an 11.

It was a chicken costume.

I watched as moms walked out of the store with their babies and chicken costumes, pulling my uterus heart strings at the thought of the chubby faced cherub as the chicken.

It took all the strength 18 year old me had to not buy one.

But that would be weird wouldn't it?

I watched as the costume supply dwindled, went on clearance and then became non-existent. I was a little relieved when the last chicken sold, the temptation was gone and I could get on with my life.

Then 365 days after first laying eyes on the chicken, there it was, staring me down with its cuteness.

This is where things get a little weird, what am I talking about they already are, let's just fall further down the rabbit hole.

I didn't just want to be THAT girl that started a baby keepsake box of baby whatnots because I was just dating your dad and not to mention I was only 18.

I got home that night and snuggled the build a bear your dad had made me and then it happened.

"This is about the size of a newborn baby" I said to myself and from there I actually justified that I needed that chicken costume for my bear because what bear doesn't need a chicken costume meant for a newborn baby?

Then things spiraled out of control further.

I went in to work and purchased a costume.

I know what you are thinking, its not a newborn size.

I know this, they didn't have it so I bought the smallest size they had which was 3-6 month and STILL told myself and others that it was for this bear...

Denial.

I will admit the level of excitement I felt when I realized that after years of saying "Maybe when I have baby they will be the right age to wear this for Halloween", and it actually happening was probably higher than it should have been.

A lot higher.

Anyway, that is how your first ever Halloween costume came to be.

aka, your mother is crazy.

Love,
Mom

4 months

Dear Honey Bun,
You are 4 months old, and I will get to the stats in a minute, but first I want to get all mommy and sappy for a second.

While holding you last night (right before you completely doused me in half digested formula), and you will cooing and twiddling your little hands I was hit with such a tidal wave of love (and spit up).

Sometimes, and I don't know why, I don't feel as deep of a connection with you as I would like, I feel like I am going through the motions. But then in a moment, like the one last night, I just look at you and it's there. I am yours and you are mine. It is still mind blowing to me that you were made within me and here you are, you are the late night wishes, the prayers and even the tears of the two years it took to get to this point.

would I do it all again? In a heart beat.

Ok, enough of sappy stuff, trust me I could go on for hours.

 You weigh in at 11lbs and 9oz.

I keep under estimating how much you weigh, I said just under 11lbs.

You have grown 2 inches in length and 2 cm in the noggin department.

We have purchased your next season and size up clothes, that was a fun day that you slept entirely through. I know that will change in about 12 years.

Your 3 month clothing is a little big but that's ok, the doc even said your "growing curve" is right on the money but you aren't on "normal" chart yet.

You are a sleeping champ, even taking naps now, HIGH FIVE! We are very thankful that you sleep at daycare and that has helped tremendously. Also, we are slowly transitioning you in to your crib full time, you got sick when we started so we ended up bringing you back in to our room. Hopefu

lly with in the next couple weeks you can be in your crib full time.

We are super excited that we got the go ahead to start you on cereal! This weekend you will find us looking at a highchair and stocking up on bibs, so many bibs.

The drooling, my love is out of control! We, your father, myself and even your doc think that before too long you will be cutting teeth. Stop growing so quickly!

Your favorite person this month is your Grammy, I am just chopped liver. No matter what is happening or where we are she can get you to smile...not that it hurts my feelings at all. She did muster the first REAL giggle out of you and my heart just about exploded from pure cuteness.

You still hate tummy time, despite all my efforts. We are kind of at a loss as to what to do to get you to not go nuclear when ever we lay you down.  I mean will you ever learn to crawl? You usually only roll over if you are screaming like a banshee (aka really upset).

You amaze me everyday with the new things you do. Love you.
Mommy