Crawling & Santa

Yesterday we went and visited Santa for the first time. I am proud of you for not crying or getting upset. Your curiosity amazes me.

You have started crawling, and you are a daredevil. Pulling yourself up on everything without a worry if you will fall are not. I told you today, that I will always be there to protect you, but I won't always be there when you fall. You fell, and cried for a second, but you realized you still wanted what was on the table. Nothing is going to stop you; ever.

Six Months

It has been six months and you are still the highlight of each and every day. Seeing your gummy smile, listening to your giggle. Even hearing your "bevis" laugh when Sherman walks by. I hope you know that your mom has an addiction buying clothes for you. You have a different outfit for each day and every occasion. The thing is, I don't think I would have it any other way. Because I haven't updated in a while, the things you can do: Smile and laugh. Sit up. Sit in a shopping cart without assistance. Eat real food: The experiment with Avocados did not go well, but for the most part you are eating real food. You recognize me, your mom, and Sherman. You respond to noises, and you have learned to snuggle perfectly into my arms to fall asleep.

Watching you sleep

It takes a while to get you to sleep, but when you sleep you are very peaceful. I wonder what you dream about. You have been around for two full weeks, and everyday I learn more and more from you. I love to see your smile. I love to hear the noises you make. I love the smiles you bring to your mom's face. You are a joy that words cannot express. Two weeks down, and many more years to go.

Never been happier

Teagan Marie Sorrell. You were born 12:45 AM on Sunday, May 3. 7 Pounds 9 Ounces. 21 inches. You are perfect, and I hope you learn as much from me as I will from you. This has been the best day I have ever had. Thank you.

Did you hear me

Today as I sat next to your mom, you started to move. I hope your heard me. I hope that you were responding to my voice. I cannot believe there is only 6 days left until I meet you.

The countdown for my unborn child.

The countdown begins. There is one week left until I finally meet you. I am not scared. I am a little nervous. The “what if’s” kind of sneak into my head, but I am not worried. What if I am not everything that I should be to you? What if I did not do a good job? I don’t know the future will tell. I haven’t even met you, and I already have questions for you. It sounds so weird but I am excited to shake your hand. I am excited to see your smile and to hear your voice. I know I won’t hear your voice in the terms of you actually speaking, but the noises you make. I figured the noises Sherman makes, I am pretty sure I can figure out yours. I speak dog, I might as well through add infant to my list. I cannot wait.