Kerri, with a K

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Newsletter: Month Three

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Dear Logan:

You’re three months old now.  Actually, you’re three months and a few weeks.  You turned three months on 9/11.  I didn’t want to post your newsletter that day because there was just so much else going on.  Ten years later.  I wonder how your dad and I are going to teach you about all the evils in the world, but not to be afraid of them, and to stand up for what you believe in.

But, wow.  Three months.  Time reallly does fly and at the same time move so slowly.  I just can’t get over that.  And every day you learn something new.

You’ve been talking so much more.  And you’ve learned to babble and blow raspberries.  But my favorite thing of all is that you learned how to scream.  At first, it seemed like it was just for fun, but then you started using it to communicate that you were hungry and tired.  I must say, the screaming is far more pleasant than crying, which makes me sad.  The screaming is pretty funny – for now.  And it’ll be funny until it isn’t anymore.

Your dad and I learned that you love to watch yourself on video.  We recorded you watching yourself, and talking to the video, and you loved it, and it calmed you down an awful lot.

Although, I think we created a monster because now you love to watch TV.  Perhaps that was to be expected, and you don’t have a real idea about what you’re watching, but that just means we have to be careful what we watch while you’re awake.

We took you on your first road trip over Labor Day weekend.  Your dad lost a friend, whom he still refers to as a former boss, and we thought to take the opportunity to visit your grandparents and various others on a trip up to Boston.  You got to meet your Aunt Mary, and your Pops’ closest and oldest friend, Cliff, and the crazy neighbor lady whose name I can never remember.  (Unless it’s Joanne, because then I TOTALLY remember it).

And your met your Papa, and got to see Grammie again.  Not to mention your cousins Austin, Liam and Ian, and your Auntie Erica and Uncle Don.

And then there was Kathy, your godmother and my best friend, and her family – Roger, Allison and Sarah.

And everyone absolutely loved you.

Oh, and all those Grandmas… the ones that love your daddy.

You were so great on your very first road trip.  We were in a different car, and we had never been on the road for that long yet, so I could understand why you were so cranky and sad.  But we fixed that immediately, and the rest of your trip was good.

One of the most fascinating things about your trip to the frigid north was the extent to which you respond to music.  We knew before that you enjoyed listening to dad play the piano, and the songs we sing in church.  But there was a moment when it just hit me that you absolutely LOVE music.  You were so cranky, nearly inconsolable and there was nothing you wanted to do… until dad brought you over to the piano and started playing for you.  And it was like a switch flipped inside you, and you were so content and calm listening to the sounds of the keys.  It was truly amazing.

Since we’ve been back, or maybe even a little before we left, we’ve been skyping with Meemaw and Pops, and they have absolutely loved it.  I’ve never seen them happier than when they get to see you on the computer.  Sure, you have no idea that the silly baby on the screen is actually you, but it is, and you love it.

I’m so proud to be your mom, and so excited to see what new things you’ll learn next.  So far, it’s been quite a ride, and I can’t wait for more.




Author: Kerri with a K

Kerri. 30. TV-obsessed. Blogger. Wannabe special agent. Mom-extraordinaire. Just a little of this and a little of that.

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