I know Sanjay is not your name, but we call you that. I'll tell you why later. You'll think we're weirdos. But not as weird as Sanjay Gupta himself will think we are when we move to his neighborhood in Atlanta. We found a house we love. We're not really moving. But this house is awesome. We don't know what we're doing. Your dad is now distracted with his new idea of moving to San Diego. I think he just wants a quick way to get to Tijuana. Just kidding, he's not that kind of guy. Or is he. I'm way off topic here.
I went back to work yesterday. I missed you all day. We've been inseparable for a year if you count the belly time. You're too little for daycare. But so it goes.
How I have loved watching you daily. Watching those eyebrows and eyelashes come in a little bit every day. Watching you sleep. Napping with you. Even though most of maternity leave was a string of sleep-deprived zombie days and questionable body odor, I only remember the good part because my hormones make me love it.
You are the sweetest boy. I guess all babies are. But you're the sweetest. I think you're going to be a sensitive one. A cuddler. At least it seems so, and I hope so. You snort like a pig and meow like a cat.
And how incredibly happy you are. You wake up smiling. It's probably because you love your mother so much. That's what I'll tell myself. You started smiling early, even at 3 weeks. Or you were seriously gassy. Your sister loves it when you fart. At 6 weeks when you unleashed the big ones (smiles, not farts), I thought I would explode. You smile and giggle and coo so much that your sister can't get her clothes on in the morning because she's so busy wrapped up in every little thing you do. She will interrupt my conversation with 10 "excuse me's" just to say "he smiled again." Talk about enjoying every moment -- there's someone who does it for real.
She loves you like you wouldn't believe. You have two mommies. Three if you count your dad, who would breastfeed if he could. She hangs on your every movement. Makes sure you have what you need. Wants everyone around her to "look at her baby." The other day she looked at me and said, "Mama. Sanjay is just so beautiful. He is. I love him." You couldn't ask for a more caring big sis. Remember that when she screams at you for messing up her stuff or ogling her friends. I know that's coming.
Also, you are very handsome. Please be nice to the girls.
You rolled over today! What a stud you are.
I love you so much I can't put it into words, so I won't. Just know it's so much. So so so much I can't take it.
Love,
Mom
1 comments:
love reading about what sweet Ravi is up to and your off-topic ramblings about possibly moving back to Georgia or then again maybe California! :) i'm glad D is so smitten with R. that sibling relationship is so fun to watch.
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