Dear Brock… – Dear Brock

Dear Brock,

Right now, it’s 9 PM here in Colorado, on a Monday night. You’ve been sleeping for almost two hours already, and I needed to do a little bit of writing work at home. You turned 8 months old yesterday. You have three teeth, and three more working their way through. I know this is bothering you, but you’ve been in a surprisingly good mood much of the past few days.

Two days ago, we took you to a Cajun restaurant in Loveland with Grandma Kathy and a couple of her friends. You were SUCH a pleasure to take out with us… you’re a real charmer. At one point you turned all the way around in your highchair and stared at the people next to us, as if you could understand and participate in their conversation. They got a huge kick out of it and went on and on about what a precious little guy you are. They were right. :)You’ve also started occasionally saying “ma” and “ma…. ma.” when you seem to really want something. Tonight was the first night that I walked over to you with your dinner and you said a truly perfect “mama,” while looking at me. Your dad heard it too, but didn’t want to admit it. Ha!

I have so much in my heart and my mind that I want to tell you. About how you came along, terrified us out of our minds, brought us some confidence — and how we’re finally starting to settle into life with you. It’s been a hard few months, and a mentally challenging year and a half. But every moment is worth it when I get up in the morning and see you smile as I enter your room. I’ll work on that story bit by bit.

For now, I think it’s time I try to get some sleep. You’ll be waking up at 6 AM as usual (but I do thank you for sleeping through the night – even if it is in a car seat! I promise we’re working on letting you lay down, but it’s going to take some time. I’m sorry.)

I hope you can feel how much I love you.

Mama.

Brock and Grandma Kathy, at Mo’ Betta Gumbo in Loveland, CO.

P.S. Here’s a picture of you with Grandma Kathy at the restaurant, Mo’ Betta Gumbo. That’s your giraffe teether in your hand, and the highly critical panda security blanket next to you. We don’t go anywhere without that thing! It was bought for you by Grandma Miller, before you were born.