Letter Month Five

Dear Sena,

Due to your erratic nap schedule, I'm two days behind in posting this letter to you. I know, I would rather spend time with you than writing this blog, but you're growing up so fast that I want to be sure I record all of your moments.

This last month you've cut two teeth that show-up each time you smile, and you've almost learned to sit on your own. This seems really early to me, but probably not to you. I can tell you get frustrated when you see your buddy Will sit-up all by himself while you lie on the floor and stare up at him.

Speaking of Will, Will's mama, Juli and I decided to carpool over to the playgroup this past week, putting the two of you in the back of the little Honda. We thought you might entertain one another. Not quite. Will could see you, but you couldn't see him and were pretty content none-the-less playing with your butterflies (thanks grandma Sheree!) The trip home was a different matter, however, as the two of you took turns yelling at Juli & I, questioning why we kept you at Tristan's house for so long. (We blame Tristan's mama, Tara, for this mistake- she made fabulous watermelon margaritas. Some day you'll understand.)

Unfortunately, this past month also contained the first night that I had to be away from you. I went to Denver to help Jessica celebrate her upcoming wedding, while papa stayed home and took care of you. Of course he did a wonderful job, but I wanted to be home with you. I'm glad I was able to help Jessica celebrate, but at the same time, I didn't want to miss even one night of putting you to sleep, kissing you good night, and seeing your beautiful smile in the morning. Everyone keeps asking when I'm going to start traveling more for work, especially since my "work travel" is to visit spas. But to be honest, despite my affinity and love of massages, I'd rather bounce you to sleep and wake-up and see your smile- even if it is at 5:45 a.m. like it was this morning.

This next month promises to be a big one. In a week, you and I are going to take our first plane trip without papa to Montana to see grandpa and grandma Scott. And, when we return, we plan on giving you a taste of REAL (aka mashed to a pulp) food. As always, every day is an adventure. Each day that you learn how to do something on your own you move one step closer to independence, and although I'm very proud of you, I also just want to keep you protected and in my arms forever.
love you,
mama