Saturday, December 08, 2007
britta




Britta,
You are 13 weeks old tomorrow and such a loveable little girl. You weigh 10 pounds 2.5 ounces and you are such a lovely little thing.

You were Baby A. You never had a nickname, we just called you Elsa or Britta (or the girl) depending on which name we were leaning toward that day. You were in the middle, head down. You were in the safest position and the first to come into the world. You didn't move as much as Drake, and you moved more than Jack. Your movements always seemed light and fluttery and knowing you now, that fits.

When you first came home from the hospital, you weren't calm like Drake and you weren't fussy like Jack. You were unpredictable. Sometimes you would shriek out of nowhere and then suddenly be fine again. You haven't done that for awhile now and most of the time you just seem happy and content. You like to sing to yourself when you are asleep and you are the noisiest baby when you eat. I love all of your sweet little noises and coos that you make.

You have the most hair of any of our babies (Grace and Lillie had hair more like Drake). You remind your dad and I of a little bird. Your features are so delicate and tiny. You must have your dad's forehead because I know it's not mine. You look like your dad (although you look more like your dad now than your dad as a baby if that makes sense). I don't see much of my family in you yet, but I'm sure I will see those things more as you grow. Your lips may be like mine. Your eyes are still dark blue with a little gray but they are lighter than Drake's. I think your eyes will turn green like me and Lillie, but we just have to wait and see. Your ears are a mix of mine and dad's - round on the outside and pointed on the inside.

From the time that you were first born, you have loved to open your eyes and look around. Those big round eyes just take everything in. Sometimes when Lillie is holding you and watching TV, you stare at the screen right along with her.

Your big sisters love the boys, but they are more than willing to admit that you are their favorite. They love to dress you up and put bows in your hair. Just like daddy and I, they mostly love to just scoop you up and hold you.

I love you more than you know, my sweet baby girl.
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drake




Drake,
You are 13 weeks old tomorrow and the sweetest baby. You weigh 12 pounds 1 ounce. Even though Jack has caught up to you, you still seem like the big boy because you have the biggest head!

You were Baby B and at 32 weeks you passed up Jack as the biggest baby. It was that gorgeous head of yours that did it - your head was the size of a 36 week singleton at 32 weeks. We called you Bubba, but the name never really stuck. You were on my left side, in a breech position. You moved the most of all the babies. I loved your sweet little tapping.

When you first came home from the hospital, you were the calmest of the babies, the one I thought of as my rock. You would sleep and sleep. I would wake you up to feed you and you would go right back to sleep. You could sleep the longest because you had the most weight and you still are a great sleeper. You have slept through the night a few times already, but most of the time daddy and I wake you up just so we can get back to sleep.

Since you were about 6 weeks old, you have earned the reputation as the fussiest during the day. You are such a gorgeous baby, you are even beautiful when you cry. You were the first to smile and when you are calm, there's nothing that can beat it.

You look a lot like Grace did when she was a baby. Holding you has reminded me of little things about her that I had forgotten. Your eyes look like mine. They are still dark blue with some gray, but I expect they will turn green with a little brown like my eyes (and Lillie's). Your ears and toes are like mine - your second toe is longer than your big toe. Your hairline and forehead seem more like your dad's. When you were in the hospital and first home, you rarely opened your eyes. Lucky me, I get to look into those beautiful eyes every day.

I love you, my sweet boy.
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jack




Jack,
You are 13 weeks old tomorrow and such a wonderful little boy. You weigh 12 pounds 4 ounces and it still surprises me a little to see you looking so chubby. You looked like a funny old man when you were first born (a little like Inconceivable in The Princess Bride), you had a wrinkled little forehead and not much hair, but now you have chunky legs and arms and a calmness about you.

You were Baby C and until 32 weeks you were the big baby, the one we called Chancho. You were on my right side, in a transverse breech position, stuck way up in my ribs. So stuck that I didn't feel you move as much as the other babies. At the hospital your eyes started turning light blue and now you have these amazing blue eyes just like your dad's. Looking at his baby pictures, you look the most like him. Your ears are exactly like his. Your eyes have just a touch of me to them (just a bit at the corners), and the shape of your head might be more from my side.

When you first came home from the hospital, you were the fussiest of the babies, but for weeks now you have been the calmest. I have to be sure to take time to pick you up and hold you because you don't always demand it. Your cry has a tremble to it that breaks my heart a little bit, but you are easily soothed. You like to walk and you like the swing and you like to stare at the ceiling fan.

You are smiling a lot these days and I love it. I love how easily you smile. I love you, my sweet boy.
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