will & t +1

Hi, it’s me, Mercedes. I asked mom to ghostwrite this post; I’m taking a nap right now. And I just can’t seem to get the hang of the keyboard. But soon.

I like being 4 months old. I like being older. I’m learning more and more how to live life with my dad and mom. Someday I’ll understand more of what life is like for them. But right now, I just feel cherished. And man does daddy kiss me a lot! I like it, though. 

And I’m growing! The eatin’ is good around here, and I hear the winters where I live are cold. I’m working on putting on another layer to stay warm.

I wake up around 6:30-7 everyday. Weekends? Hm. Maybe someday I’ll know the joy of sleeping in. But I just can’t wait to see mom and dad every morning. Sleeping 11 hours every night is a long time to be away from them. But I think they need time together in the evenings and a good night’s rest, so I don’t mind being put to bed at 7. 

I’ve been enjoying sucking on my fingers, so mom and dad don’t swaddle me anymore. I like being able to stretch my arms out and entertain my parents with all my different positions during nap times. Raggedy Ann lays next to me, but not too close; I accidentally pulled her over my face one time and didn’t like that too much. Her yarn hair tickles.

And my toes! Those are mine?! But I can only seem to reach them without a diaper, so, yes, grandma, more naked time. It’s a good life.

I’m practicing sitting up on my own a lot. Still quite wobbly, but maybe with a few more weeks of practice I’ll be able to show everyone my stuff at Christmas! Which also might mean solid food is on the horizon…mmmmmmm. 

I don’t mind being on my tummy for a bit. Rolling over still isn’t high on my priority list, though I’ve done it a few time just to keep mom and dad on their toes. I think there might be something I can do with my arms and legs, something that would move me forward. I haven’t figured it out yet, but I think I have heard dad say something like “crawling” when I am moving funny and trying to reach for a toy. Who knows.

People still talk a lot about my hair. I’m not sure why; it’s just black and thick and sticks straight up. Not sure what all the hype is about. Doesn’t your daughter have rad hair, too?

Some of my favorite places to be are in the kitchen watching mom cook, on daddy’s knee watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, in the Ergo carrier walking along the river or around a lake, and anywhere where I can see Cedar talking and moving in his peculiar ways. He’s so funny. I could just sit and watch him all day.

Oh ya! Maybe you can help me out with something. Every night when dad and mom are putting me to bed, they talk to someone. But not to each other, or to me, so I’m wondering who. Because it’s just the three of us in the room. I think his name is “God” or “Jesus” or maybe he has two names. Is that possible? Anyway, maybe when I’m older you can introduce me to him. He seems pretty important to my parents, so I figure I should know him someday, too. They also like to sing about him after they talk to him. Odd. But he seems pretty wonderful I guess.

Family and friends, thanks for the ways you love me, even if from afar. 

I love you, too.