to my silly jovie-bird

i came up with this idea to write to you at one of your ridiculous 4am feedings last weekend. after you were done eating and fast asleep, i tossed and turned trying to decide how to go about writing to you. should i do it everyday? should i lie and pretend like i did it every day since you were born four months ago? how on earth would i come up with....um...roughly 120 letters to you without getting everything mixed up?! so. i decided to be a little more organic than that. and just...write.

at this moment, i am being a poop mom and i have you swaddled in the living room on the sofa with a bottle propped in your mouth. i'm pretty sure that isn't what the perfect mom would do; prop a bottle up in your mouth and walk off to do other things, but...this is just one example of how i am not going to be the perfect mom. but i'll be the closest thing that you have to being the perfect mom, so...you know...i hope you are prepared for some disappointment! :)

i love you so very much, jovie. when i am not with you, i am thinking about you. i love the way that your vomit mixed with your green poop smells. i think they should bottle it and sell it to those less fortunate...you know....the ones that DON'T have a jovie-bird to inhale 84 times a day.

fun fact: you still stick out your tongue and cross your eyes when the wind blows in your face. some of the other remarkably cute things you did when you were first born, you have grown out of...but i hope for the world's sake, and for your future boyfriends/husband, that you never stop doing that. it's absolutely adorable. and quirky. if you get one trait from me and your dad that i could hope for, it would be quirkiness. people that try too hard are such a bore. and people that are to shy to just....BE...are even MORE boring. so....just do us all a favor and be weird, okay?

it's getting to be about that time of night when i put you on this mat thingy that your nana bought you and we lay in the floor of your room and i read "Green Eggs and Ham" to you. you like it when i do the voices. it makes you kick your feet around and blow bubbles and slobber all over yourself (something you really should stop doing before you end up a teenager interested in boys. ick)

you are a pretty funny infant. i hope you stay that way.

love, your mummy,

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