November 28, 2012

There And Back Again

Dear Johnny,

You are not a tourist, you are a traveler.  New sights galvanize you and new experiences bring about the best of your character.  You shine your brightest under stress, my baby, and that makes me proud.  

This past weekend we did a pilgrimage to Mommy's favorite Monterey County, and on the way there we stopped at a petting zoo.  You spent the entire time smiling and waving your arms and kicking your legs like a cute little lobster (your Grandpa's words, not mine).  Your first Thanksgiving was eventful - you met some cousins of yours, you were hugged and carried around by many different people, you played surrounded by fluffy down pillows in a fancy hotel, you walked around the city at dark, you explored the woods of Tassajara, and you rode in the back of the car up and down dirt roads, but you hardly got cranky and you didn't complain.  

You are a champ, Johnny.  May all of your journeys be as enlightening and fun!

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November 10, 2012

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

~Elizabeth Stone

Dear Johnny,

I wanted to write you a long and profound letter about how it feels, and what it means, to be your Mommy, but in the last week or so I had to give up writing altogether,  put all of my creative projects on indefinite hold, and practically cancel my entire life, because I was too busy being flabbergasted by watching you do this:

Just to make sure we are clear on the facts - you are six months ten days old, and you already climb on the furniture.  Listen, baby.  I am not worried about myself anymore.  I'll adapt to this new and fast development of things, and somehow I'll pick up again.  Now, you on the other hand... you have a serious problem.  Because, at that rate, Cambridge might not suffice.   

But hey, you can be the President one day.  And if that don't quite cut it either, there's always the Space, baby.