Love Mommy

Dear Bella,

One of my favorite things you do is covering your eyes when your scared with wide spread fingers or covering your mouth the same way when your in awe of something to say "wow" in a deep voice. I also love that your silly you love making deep voices to make Connor laugh. And the other day you were so proud you put your jacket on backwards and walked around giggling and putting the hood up so you would bump into things and fall over in fits of laughter (I didn't let you do that for long because it scares me when you do things like that). I love that goofy little grin you get when your giving or getting smiles. 

You just pointed to the fridge with excitement, repeating what sounded like french fry, french fry over and over. It took me a minute to realize you were pointing to a butterfly sticker and actually saying "fufly", "fufly". Being a parent is sure a test of deciphering skills, and while you learn I can't wait to discover with you as you grasp on to everything that surrounds you. Some days you talk and chat with brother and gab away in your own little babble. Counting to ten out of the blue and naming off all sorts of letters that pop into your head. Impressing us with how grown up your getting. Then somedays you prefer to sit on the couch and snuggle, watching Connor play and using only cries to suffice your needs. It makes Mommy and Daddy a little confused as you teeter on this baby/toddler stage. Not wanting to let go of the comforts of dependence, it seems. You are commonly telling us "I can't" when we encourage you to do it for yourself. 

You are your Daddy's Princess. He wishes you were more of a Daddy's girl then you are but you tend to run for Mommy at any sign of excitement or fear. I can't say it doesn't make me a little happy. I love comforting you and having a little girl that wants to be close to me ALL the time can be overwhelming at times; but for the most part I relish our cheek to cheek hugs, snuggles, kisses, and everything in between. I am in love with your sweet voice as it tells me to "sit down" and your little hand as it tugs at my shirt, in efforts to be snuggled again and again. Your Daddy loves nothing more than hearing you say "I wuv you" or "come with?", and he loves to call you "kisses" in hopes that he will get a few more ;) You tend to make him jealous with all the sporadic affection you give me. 

With the new baby coming I have worried a little for you. Especially since we're expecting a girl. I don't want you to get jealous of her or vice versa as you grow. Recently we had an early lunch at McDonalds after Daddy met us at you and Connor's school, since he had gotten out of class early. When we came in to sit down a baby was walking around. The baby came up to Connor and Connor didn't know quite what to think so he he ran off with a scowl/smirk, ready to play a game of chase. But that baby came up to you and held out its arms for a hug, and you stood there letting the baby hug you and even bent your knees a little so you were level and hugged her right back. She gave long and tight hugs but you just stared at me with a smile on your face. It wasn't long before that baby had to leave but you loved pointing the "baby" out to me and letting her exchange long hugs with you over and over again. It left her Mom and me in giggles, watching you two give "loves" as her Mom called it. It is cliche to say this but it melted my heart; watching you be so soft and tender with this baby, and picturing you and your little sister before too long loving each other up too. 

You are our blondie, our smilie, our teeny tiny; you're our baby girl. Soon there will be another baby girl and we never want you to forget how much we love you and how much we cherish all the moments where you were the baby. And as much as I want you to stay a baby I hope that you will become big sister and helper for this new little one. Showing this new little baby all the fun of being a girl. I can already see you helping me put bows in her hair and kissing her soft, silky skin as we feed her. 

Love,

Mommy