First off that is your nickname Daddy has been calling you, Baby Bell. Second off, this is the third night in a row you have been openly ready for bed at 9. Momma is a fan. Momma likes an early bedtime.
While you are asleep, Momma is not. Why, you ask. Well, you makes the loudest, most bizarre noises when you are sleeping. First there's the deep breathing, a few squeaks, a little grunt, then a series of incredibly loud grunts. You also make a delayed grunt that sounds similar to a baby lamb. You then make swallowing noises & a few spit up sounds. I always fear you are spitting up & choking on it...nope...dry as a bone.
I have plans to video this strange sound. Maybe someday Ill share it with you. I can't help but giggle thinking about the saying "sugar & spice & everything nice". Not that you aren't as sweet as can be & your kisses are perfect, but you do sound like a wounded animal when you sleep. A large animal at that, maybe a bear. That's the second nickname Daddy has for you Baby Bear. He likes to watch Nat Geo when he is up at 5:00 with you. He gets into a bear show & swears you give him a little Baby Bear grunt when it comes on.
You've been in this world 17 days. We've learned so much about you. You have cold feet & hands, but hate to be hot. You kick most blankets off. You love to be held, rocked, walked & sang too. You love the outside. When you get too fussy to calm down, I step outside & instantly you are fine. You aren't a big fan of tummy time, but you work it like a champ.
Momma sings to you often. Most of the time you become quiet & still. It's like you enjoy listening to me. I'm shocked because Momma can't carry a tune. I sing This Little Light of Mine, You are my sunshine, ABCs, Jesus Loves Me, Jesus Love the Little Children & The Itsy Bitsy Spider...over & over & over & over. One fussy day I threw in the theme song to Fresh Prince of Bellaire. You also like for Nana-Great to sing to you. Her songs are on lockdown & her time with you is precious.
All your grandparents come see you often. They tell us how perfect you are. I love ya kid, but after hearing you scream bloody murder, I know you are not perfect. Aunt Aub loves to hold you, E gets a little jealous, but he loves you too. He's working on your name, but for now in his sweetest voice he calls you baby.
17 days in & you're doing alright. We love you Baby Bell & are looking forward to the rest of our days together.
Kisses,
Momma
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