
Hey Baby AB,
I should call you that as often as possible, because you'll only be a baby for so much longer. Your dad likes to call you bitty baby buddy, and sometimes when he's holding you as you're getting sleepy he'll mouth the words and show little pinch fingers. It's a non-verbal that probably only I would recognize, but it makes me smile every time.
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We'll call this the month of the kitchen! Not only did we get our new cabinets and a new fridge, but we had lotsa action in our new remodel. Your high chair hosted many moments of genius (which we use in the proud parent overused sort of way). You managed to get food into your mouth unassisted even without me cheering for you every time...although you do know how much we like to cheer.

The kitchen ceiling fan sometimes mesmerizes you almost as much as the little pocket fan I bought for the hot car. It blows the cool air conditioning from the front onto your reverse facing car seat that provides just enough relief as the car cools off. I didn't realize at first, but the other reason you are so interested in staring at it is that it lights up with sparkle lights. I won't tell anyone that it was a Hannah Montana fan, but I ripped off the sticker. Oh look, I guess I just told the whole internet.

Usually when you really wake up, I scoop you up, you get a big tummy zurbert as you tug at my crazy hair. My short hair cut provides for many crazy hair moments where you giggle as I shake my hair at you. If the kitties run away as you are trying to get their attention, I can shake my hair to distract you from your upset. This month you've really developed a kitty fascination and you get so excited you create a funny growl rumble noise that is bound to scare them off. This growl also translates to when you want something just out of reach and your crawl transmission is in reverse.

The kitties aren't sure what to think of all your antics. They will perch on top of the chair watching you as you page through your board books and babble away. This book babbling is how you think a book is meant to be played with. Your teacher asked us if we read to you a lot, because you're the only little kid that picks up a book and starts talking to it. It seems like sometimes you are creating your own story.

We've put up the new baby gate that dad affectionately calls your "baby prison". It wraps around the entire front of the couch and it is decorated with all of your hanging toys and some blankets. Since you can scoot (which I just learned is called a military crawl) and roll wherever, it is keeping you and your toys contained. I'm hoping that you see it as such a fun zone that you won't go after the jagged bricks on the fireplace hearth or explore the basement steps. We can also use it for puppet shows and your new favorite is to cruise along the outside edge. It's big enough that we can sit in there with you. Daddy loves playing rings with you and making sure that he keeps them all on hand at all times.
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I love seeing your face light up as you reach up to be picked up. We can also tell that you're excited because you rub your tootsies together. You'll kick them against each other when you see bubbles in the bath, which creates splish splashes that make you even more giddy. Your quick little foot rubs prevent you from having any fashion on your feet, but I'm guessing you'll be ready for something warm to cover your feet by the time you need to start wearing shoes for walking. We look forward to another more mobile month and more time to enjoy some summer smiles. In the meantime, you can smack those little shiny teeth bits and that gummy grin to get a smile from us every time.
Loveya, Maaamaaa