Love you baby

My Sweet Baboo,

I love it when you stretch in your sleep, and your little arms shoot out, and your teeny fist trembles with the effort. I love it so much that sometimes in the night, when you accidentally punch me in the face during said stretching, I kiss your little fist and squeeze you tighter.

I love it when you are getting latched on to eat, and you furrow your eyebrows and wrinkle your nose, because you are so determined. I say "Look at his face!", to your dad, just about every time.

I love the way that ever since you were born, you have shoved your fingers/fist into your mouth when you're upset, as though you're convinced that it will make everything okay.

I love it when you clasp your little hands under your chin, as though you're saying "please" or "thank you", or maybe praying.

I love it when you have decided that you've had enough of something, be it waiting for someone to pick you up, a game that was funny a second ago but is now overwhelming, or being in a big group of people, and you curl down your bottom lip in the most adorable pout I have ever seen in my life.

I love it when you are starting to get fussy, but I need to finish what I'm doing so I try to distract you by doing something entertaining (your current favourite is the funky chicken, which I can do while getting dressed). And then you are entertained, but you are still fussy, and can't decide whether to laugh or cry, so you do both at the same time.

I love your great, big yawns.

I love your sweet, sweet smile.

I love it when you see something interesting and new, and your eyes get HUGE, and you get this excited smile on your face and kick your legs and move your arms because you are so amazed that you can't even stand it.

I love it when you stare at me as though you are wondering precisely what I am doing.

I love it when you show that you know I'm your mama.