Like I said before, you are a watcher. After I am done cutting your fingernails, you got a clothes pin and starting clipping your baby's fingernails. We will have a snack of Cheerios (I put four or five of them in my hand for you to grab, otherwise you grab a super big handful and try to put them all in your mouth) after we are done you take the bowl and pour some in your hand to feed your baby. You take the lotion bottle after I am done and pretend to rub it on your baby too! So I put this to good practice......we started brushing your teeth sometime ago. I would brush them while you stood there but you started to hate it and fight me all the way. Last week it clicked. I gave you your brush and then I got my brush out and started brushing. Yes! It worked you brush all of your 8 teeth pretty darn good! You even starting spitting in the sink, you drink the water but you make the motions of spitting, so cute.
You have always been a good sleeper but you must have gone through a stage or something because you were waking up every night about 12 am screaming and crying. I would bring you to bed and you would go right back to sleep. I love sleeping with you and having you near by. This causes a lot of controversy for those who feel it is their business to tell me how unsafe this is or how I am spoiling you. You slept in bed with us for the longest time and the only reason why you are in your own bed is because I don't sleep well with you and papi in the bed. I am totally aware of you and your papi is a tornado when he is sleeping (he also snores). What happens is papi will move, then you will move, then I wake up. Unfortunately I need sleep to be a nice person and no amount of coffee can make me nice. If it is just me and papi it is okay. If it is just me and you it is okay. I just didn't want to make you sleep in a different bed every night so you sleep in your crib and keep to our night time ritual. It works and we all get sleep and you have stopped waking up. Yeah!
Well baby girl, time is really flying by and I just can't seem to keep up. Dirty clothes pile up, the house is always dirty, I never brush my hair and all my clothes have some kind of stain on them. Life is good baby and I am loving every minute of it.Love, Mommy
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