Sunday, August 30, 2009
My dear Claire Bear,
I simply cannot believe you are going to be two in two measly months. What the heck happened to my tiny thunder-thighed baby? And yet, I cannot imagine you being a tiny baby anymore either because you are so wonderfully you at this age. You are an individual with your own sense of humor, your own desires and wants, your own need for hugs and kisses (which your Daddy and I are happy to oblige). You make me laugh so hysterically that I cry. (Like yesterday when you were jabbering away in your high chair during dinner and you burped and "daddy" came out like you were a troll. It still makes me laugh right now.)
I want to remember all the fun things you say, so here are a few from this stage in your life:
Us-You = I love you
Us-You, Mama = I love you, Mama (only the best thing to ever touch my ears)
Us-You, Daddy = I love you, Daddy (probably the best thing to touch his ears too)
Issba = Zebra
Spaket = Basket
Care Sandah = Claire's Sandal
Kak Kak, Yeah Yeah Yeah = Quack, Quack EI-EI-O (Admittedly, this one took us a while to decipher)
Mama, arr-yew? = Mama, Where Are You?
Howahyew???? = How are you?
Howahyew, Tundah? = How are you, Thunder? (To which he promptly freaked out because such a small child shouldn't be so awesomely smart and verbose. Oh yes you should! Woot! That's MY kid we're talking about!)
When we ask her how she is, she says GOOD!
Care Sad = Claire is sad. This is follwed by her saying "smi-yel" and pulling a fake smiley face.
Claire (Care), I'm utterly smitten by you. You wear me out, but you also lift me up and give my energy and love so deep I didn't know was possible.
I love you, baby girl.
p.s. Strangers still say how beautiful your eyes are and I couldn't agree more. |