Month Three

Dear Clark,

You are three months old and you are getting more awesome every day. You’re starting to turn into a person with a little personality and everything.

This doesn’t always mean you’re happy, though. No siree. Sometimes you are MAD.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but when you get upset, the only thing that quiets you is when we sing. Your Daddy and I have probably each sung “You Are My sunshine” about a million times each in the last month. I finally made a list of “Songs For Sad Clark” for variety’s sake, since it’s sometimes hard to think of another song when someone’s screaming.

You Are My Sunshine
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Baby Mine
Bicycle Built For Two
The Patriotic Suite: Oh Beautiful, God Bless America, My Country Tis of Thee, the national anthem, You’re a Grand Old Flag, Oh Home on the Range… (It’s cool to be patriotic now, I figure.)
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Oh Danny Boy
Oh Lord Won’t You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz

Anyway, it’s pretty satisfying when you’re losing it and we wrap you up tight, pop in a bink, and you’re asleep by Oh Home On the Range.

In the last few days, even, you’ve gotten better at maneuvering things into your mouth. Not only that, you are SO BUSY. You kick and kick flap your arms like crazy all of a sudden.

I found it difficult to write this month’s letter for some reason. I couldn’t really think of much you’re doing that’s new. I guess you’re just getting less grub-like. Sometimes you’ll sit on my lap while I drink coffee and read a magazine for a whole half hour. And then sometimes I feel like I’m scrambling around, trying to keep the wrath of the Tiny Dictator at bay. How about a story? Hey! Have you seen this rattle? This mobile is awesome! Clarkie! Look at the birdies! BIRDIES!

My imaginary internet friend Jonna just had a wee babe, and she wrote a post about how much she is enjoying her baby and how much fun she’s having. It made me feel kinda bad because I feel like I’ve complained about you a lot. More than I’ve praised you, for sure.

So, for the record, let it be known, my dear Clark, that I love you more than I have words to express. You are are quite demanding, but usually what you want is me, so that feels nice. It’s weird. Sometimes I want a break from you so badly, so Grandma or Dad will hold you for an hour. But when I get you back, it feels like I was missing a piece of my heart and now it’s returned. I feel so much better with you in my arms. In fact, and I know this is bad, but I’ve never left you alone in a room. When you go to bed at night, around 8 o’clock, I just hold you until I go to bed. I know I should go put you in the bed and use the monitor. This has to end sometime. But right now, I’d rather have you with me.

I am so happy you are here.

Love, Mama