A year of reflection
I am preparing for Hannah's FIRST birthday!!!! I cannot believe a year is approaching already. What will we do to celebrate her first year of life. A bounce house, a clown, a petting zoo, to cold for a pool party but maybe a barbeque. Not sure, but it will be a very special day.
(I have decided on PONY RIDES. This is going to be hilarious. The Diva, Baby Princess Hannah on a pony.)
It seems like it was just yesterday when the lines were double pink and I heard her heart beat for the first time. I remember the pure joy I felt when I saw her for the first time and she latched on and nursed like a pro. I remember gazing into her eyes in the hospital and the smell of innocence on her breath. I remember the first time she said Ma Ma and her first scoot across the floor. I remember all the nights she refused to take her bottle, it took me a very long time to ween her, even now she pulls at my breast and I have to remind baby girl that the milk is gone bye-bye. I would have nursed her longer but it was a rap when she went to eating every hour. Nursing every two hours was challenging enough. She has never been sick, had a fever, earache, cold or runny nose. The power of breast milk, better than anything man can manufacture. When she goes to daycare for the first time she probably is going to break out in hives from all the germs.
I remember her first coo, her first smile, the expression on her face when she tasted applesauce and at six months, yes six months she was trying to walk. It took her another two months to actually be able to balance her head and walk using the furniture and now at ten months she is a little pro. When I see her walking around the house, I shake my head. She seems too little to walk but she is. Now, she does not have to pull up on anything when she falls, she uses her legs and pushes herself straight up. When I turn on music she loves to bounce and dance. Her favorite so far is Single ladies by Beyonce, Get up by Mary Mary and she loves You can have whatever you like, by T. I. And jazz, she loves Ella Fitzgerald...when she hears her sing she claps her hands and OMG, when she sees us pulling up on the church lot she starts waving her hands and wiggling her feet. She loves WORSHIP. Absolutely!!!!!
We share so many tender moments. In the morning when she rises, I am so in tune with her she does have to cry. I hear that she is awake. When I greet her, I get the biggest smile and she wraps her little arms around my neck and kisses me. Every morning she does this, her way of saying "Mommy I love you". Her little kisses melt my heart. I am teaching her eyes, nose, lips and ears and although she cannot speak audibly yet, she points to my eyes when I say eyes, nose, etc. Some have told me that she is too young for my lessons but to them I say, teach a child and they will learn. My son Evan, is at the head of his class and reads two and a half grade levels above his and that is not by accident. I take education very seriously and the role I play in that is primary. The school system should reinforce the lessons taught at home. If children are getting brand new information in the classroom that is an indication that someone at home is not doing what needs to be done. Okay, I have deviated....back to Hannah.
She loves to play Peek a Boo and she cannot say Peek A Boo but when she wants to play, she says " A A Boo". Her little voice is the sweetest symphony, her smile is grander than my sunshine and her love is amazing. If you have not detected already, I am simply in love with her. I thank God every day for the pleasure of being home with her. My children are the most challenging and rewarding job I have and will ever have. I relish these moments and as I type this entry, she is here at my feet. She does not want to play with Evan or her boxes of toys, she would rather stand here, holding on to my legs gazing at me. I often wonder what she sees when she looks at me. I know that she knows my love is eternal and I give her the best of me every single day. Oh, now I have to go. She just said "A A boo". Time to play.
(I have decided on PONY RIDES. This is going to be hilarious. The Diva, Baby Princess Hannah on a pony.)
It seems like it was just yesterday when the lines were double pink and I heard her heart beat for the first time. I remember the pure joy I felt when I saw her for the first time and she latched on and nursed like a pro. I remember gazing into her eyes in the hospital and the smell of innocence on her breath. I remember the first time she said Ma Ma and her first scoot across the floor. I remember all the nights she refused to take her bottle, it took me a very long time to ween her, even now she pulls at my breast and I have to remind baby girl that the milk is gone bye-bye. I would have nursed her longer but it was a rap when she went to eating every hour. Nursing every two hours was challenging enough. She has never been sick, had a fever, earache, cold or runny nose. The power of breast milk, better than anything man can manufacture. When she goes to daycare for the first time she probably is going to break out in hives from all the germs.
I remember her first coo, her first smile, the expression on her face when she tasted applesauce and at six months, yes six months she was trying to walk. It took her another two months to actually be able to balance her head and walk using the furniture and now at ten months she is a little pro. When I see her walking around the house, I shake my head. She seems too little to walk but she is. Now, she does not have to pull up on anything when she falls, she uses her legs and pushes herself straight up. When I turn on music she loves to bounce and dance. Her favorite so far is Single ladies by Beyonce, Get up by Mary Mary and she loves You can have whatever you like, by T. I. And jazz, she loves Ella Fitzgerald...when she hears her sing she claps her hands and OMG, when she sees us pulling up on the church lot she starts waving her hands and wiggling her feet. She loves WORSHIP. Absolutely!!!!!
We share so many tender moments. In the morning when she rises, I am so in tune with her she does have to cry. I hear that she is awake. When I greet her, I get the biggest smile and she wraps her little arms around my neck and kisses me. Every morning she does this, her way of saying "Mommy I love you". Her little kisses melt my heart. I am teaching her eyes, nose, lips and ears and although she cannot speak audibly yet, she points to my eyes when I say eyes, nose, etc. Some have told me that she is too young for my lessons but to them I say, teach a child and they will learn. My son Evan, is at the head of his class and reads two and a half grade levels above his and that is not by accident. I take education very seriously and the role I play in that is primary. The school system should reinforce the lessons taught at home. If children are getting brand new information in the classroom that is an indication that someone at home is not doing what needs to be done. Okay, I have deviated....back to Hannah.
She loves to play Peek a Boo and she cannot say Peek A Boo but when she wants to play, she says " A A Boo". Her little voice is the sweetest symphony, her smile is grander than my sunshine and her love is amazing. If you have not detected already, I am simply in love with her. I thank God every day for the pleasure of being home with her. My children are the most challenging and rewarding job I have and will ever have. I relish these moments and as I type this entry, she is here at my feet. She does not want to play with Evan or her boxes of toys, she would rather stand here, holding on to my legs gazing at me. I often wonder what she sees when she looks at me. I know that she knows my love is eternal and I give her the best of me every single day. Oh, now I have to go. She just said "A A boo". Time to play.
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