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10/22/2007
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10.22.07

Dear Mia -
I am not sure if this is the right home for this post, but I feel compelled to write you regular notes. Some day, when you are the age I am now and you wonder what you were like when you were a baby, I can pull together some tasty morsels for you to chew on.

Currently you can't chew on much, except your blanket and your fingers. They must be very tasty fingers because you keep 'em in your mouth a lot. Personally, I am huge fan of your feet and toes, and your little buddha belly. You are getting bigger and longer every day, I can barely cradle you with both arms, when only two months ago, I could tuck all of you into the crook of my right arm.

You are a remarkable baby. You started sleeping through the night at about six weeks... And now you often go for 12 hours a night uninterrupted. I should not really be writing this in public because it is unfair to all the other new parents we know. Getting you to fall asleep is tough, but we don't mind. Your dad is the true expert at rocking and shushing you into dreamland.

Today we went to our first mom & baby yoga class. Well, our first class with you on the outside. It was a lot of fun. I think you really dig yoga. I knew you were into stretching, but you really loved the music and staring at my curls while I hung out in downward dog. Seeing you smile up at me was good for me too.

Your favourite way to play is to sit in your bouncy chair and kick like crazy to music while I prep some dinner. It is the cutest thing! You've got rhythm little one, and your energy is infectious. I often dance for your pleasure, putting on a cheezy performance while chopping up some veg.

Now that you are three months, you are no longer considered a newborn but I realize now that no matter what age you are, you will always be my baby girl.


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