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March 23, 2005
A Baby Story
I thought you all would enjoy reading my mother's entries in my old baby book. As I re-read it, it really brought a smile to my face and a chuckle here and there. It's interesting to read about my personality back then and realize some things didn't change. Enjoy!
Baby sits alone at 5 3/4 months. First gets into the play pen. Also at 5 3/4 months while learning to hold the bottle herself.
Crawls 8 months old. Stands up alone 1 yr old. First word: Bye-bye. Says it while waving her hand. On approaching one year old Amy dances and nods her head according to the rhythm of music. She likes playing with the piano.
Amy's day is pretty regular. Daddy gives her a bottle before he goes to work. She likes a soft boiled egg for breakfast. Takes another half a bottle, then goes for a morning nap. Wakes up about noon, has lunch, plays in the playpen, then goes for an afternoon nap for a few more hours. Then goes to bed around 7:30. She sleeps right through the night ever since she's 2 months old. She's such a good baby, never is fussy or cranky.
Now that she turns one year old she doesn't take long naps in the mornings or afternoons anymore. Usually takes one nap from around 11 or 11:30 until 2 or 2:30. Then has a late lunch. Amy is especially overjoyed to see Daddy coming home from work. She loves Daddy so much and is very close to him.
On Tuesday afternoons, Amy goes with Mommy & Ippie to the bowling alley. There she stays in a nursery and every time she monopolizes in being held on the babysitter's lap.
Posted by Amy at March 23, 2005 09:45 AM
Comments
Such a cutie!!!! I was an anti-baby, I would leave the room when a baby had been brought into the room!! When Amanda was born, I just fell in love and enjoyed every moment with any little ones I see or encountered!!!
Great story!
Posted by: Mary at March 24, 2005 10:49 AM
Aw, shucks!
Posted by: Amy at March 23, 2005 08:19 PM
You sound like you were a really cute baby, Amy!!
Derek should meet baby Scott from the above comment! Derek hates being in his crib alone-if he wakes up in his crib, he panics and his wails could wake the departed! (Several times per night!)
Posted by: Jessica at March 23, 2005 06:21 PM
Awwwww! Sounds like a very sweet little boy! I get a bit of parental-like joy just being an aunt. It's very rewarding (though taxing) when I go to my sister's house and visit the kids. I knock on the door and, looking through the window, I can see my niece, Tessie, jumping up excitedly and running with great gusto toward the door to greet me. When the door opens, she throws her arms around my neck with a great big smile and giggles uncontrollably when I smother her with smoochies and bear-hugs. I love carrying her around and I love when she lets me hug her. She's a wonderfully cuddly person. When she was younger, it was such a joy when I was able to put her down for a nap because she likes being read and sung to and I love reading and singing to her.
Posted by: Amy at March 23, 2005 12:50 PM
Those words are loaded with something far deeper - the indescribeable joy of being a parent.
For instance, Scott (at 10 months) now goes to bed without fuss. What makes it so amazing is the manner he does it...
After finishing his bottle and being placed in his crib, he stands with one hand on the rail and the other holding his stuffed tiger, smiling. When we shut the door, he lays down and has a 20 minute conversation (various happy noises) with his tiger before fading off to sleep. In the morning, he wakes up and quietly stands in his crib, looking at the door, tiger in hand, waiting for someone to come through. Of course, the first to get to him is greeted with his precious little smile.
Simply wonderful.
Posted by: Silver marble at March 23, 2005 10:59 AM
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