I have been feeling an intense amount of pain lately at the perfectness of my Juliet. I love her so much that my heart literally hurts. I believe I felt this before with Isaac and Georgie and I think I've heard others say it about their children but, now, right now and for several days in a row, I feel it.
A little about her:
Juliet has curly hair, and I'm talking ringlets, dozens of them. In the back she has tight little ringlets that bounce when she runs. On the top of her head she has big curls that rise up in big soft waves as much as 2 inches off the top of her head. It's particularly poofy when she awakes from a nap or a good nights sleep. I can't bring myself to wet them or matt them down so they usually stay that way all day long. She reminds me of a miniature 1940's glam screen siren. This hair adds so much to her charm and cuteness.
Maybe best of all is that Juliet will lay on my chest for as long as I let her before naptime or bedtime. She just lays there, eyes open and blinking. I can feel the brush of her long eyelashes on my chest from time to time, reminding me that she's awake and content to just be. If only time could stand still and I had no other chores to do. One of these days I will steal that luxury from time and I don't think I'll regret it later, no matter how chaotic the rest of the day becomes. She also will lay on my shoulder for up to 5 minutes when she cries and when I ask her to "be a sweet baby" she obeys, lays her head on my shoulder and giggles. I've tried several times to memorize the feeling of her curls pressed against my cheek or her warm breath directed toward my neck. Only I can ever know how much I LOVE this. Thank you, Juliet, Thank you.
Juliets speaks with such inflection. Her voice rises and falls with every syllable showing immense expression of her excitement, anger, joy, anticipation or whatever it is that she is feeling. Whenever she sees a puppy, a bird, or a kitty cat, her eyebrows instantly rise, her lips purse up, her finger points, her shoulders tighten and she screams outloud, "PU-ppy", usually while running to it...atleast 5 different tones being belted out in a two syllable word. She was this way even before she could talk, so much inflection in her babbles. She conveys so much when she says "Isit" (Isaac) and "Geogie" (Georgie) as well...you can hear how much she idolized them with her inflections and the excitement written all over her body. She has a way of pursing her lips that makes you want to freeze her in just that way and frame it. I tell Isaac that he needs to find me a stun gun so we can shoot her with it and freeze her at just this age. He agrees that this is necessary.
And her button nose, oh that cute little nose. I thought I was the only one that noticed its button-ness until her Uncle Robby said something to us about how cute it was. And then in the last two days, 3 different people have commented to me in passing how cute her little nose is.
Juliet loves to be outside WITH her shoes on. She waits desperately at the window much of the day saying, "ouside, ouside", running up to me saying "shoes on", "shoes on". And if ever you take her shoes off, she cries, "shoes on, shoes on"! Because she knows her outside moments are over.
She says "tank you" (thank you) always very softly, almost to herself whenever I hand her anything. But for some reason, she rarely says it to strangers.
This age...oh this perfect little age...and this is where the pain comes in, I think. Because I know that she's not always going to be like this. I know that it's fleeting. And that's has to be okay with me. She grows up and I get to know more and more of who she really is but it doesn't change the fact that I know I'll always miss this time of her being content to just lay on my chest. There's something sort of sickly wonderful about fully possessing a tiny little child. Hopefully I outgrow that sickness at the same rate that she outgrows her adorableness;) Much love to you my baby. Because that you will always and forever be, my sweet baby Juliet.
Nicknames for Juliet:
#1. Ju-B We almost never call her anything else
#2. money, mini money, my money
#3. bunny
A little about her:
Juliet has curly hair, and I'm talking ringlets, dozens of them. In the back she has tight little ringlets that bounce when she runs. On the top of her head she has big curls that rise up in big soft waves as much as 2 inches off the top of her head. It's particularly poofy when she awakes from a nap or a good nights sleep. I can't bring myself to wet them or matt them down so they usually stay that way all day long. She reminds me of a miniature 1940's glam screen siren. This hair adds so much to her charm and cuteness.
Maybe best of all is that Juliet will lay on my chest for as long as I let her before naptime or bedtime. She just lays there, eyes open and blinking. I can feel the brush of her long eyelashes on my chest from time to time, reminding me that she's awake and content to just be. If only time could stand still and I had no other chores to do. One of these days I will steal that luxury from time and I don't think I'll regret it later, no matter how chaotic the rest of the day becomes. She also will lay on my shoulder for up to 5 minutes when she cries and when I ask her to "be a sweet baby" she obeys, lays her head on my shoulder and giggles. I've tried several times to memorize the feeling of her curls pressed against my cheek or her warm breath directed toward my neck. Only I can ever know how much I LOVE this. Thank you, Juliet, Thank you.
Juliets speaks with such inflection. Her voice rises and falls with every syllable showing immense expression of her excitement, anger, joy, anticipation or whatever it is that she is feeling. Whenever she sees a puppy, a bird, or a kitty cat, her eyebrows instantly rise, her lips purse up, her finger points, her shoulders tighten and she screams outloud, "PU-ppy", usually while running to it...atleast 5 different tones being belted out in a two syllable word. She was this way even before she could talk, so much inflection in her babbles. She conveys so much when she says "Isit" (Isaac) and "Geogie" (Georgie) as well...you can hear how much she idolized them with her inflections and the excitement written all over her body. She has a way of pursing her lips that makes you want to freeze her in just that way and frame it. I tell Isaac that he needs to find me a stun gun so we can shoot her with it and freeze her at just this age. He agrees that this is necessary.
And her button nose, oh that cute little nose. I thought I was the only one that noticed its button-ness until her Uncle Robby said something to us about how cute it was. And then in the last two days, 3 different people have commented to me in passing how cute her little nose is.
Juliet loves to be outside WITH her shoes on. She waits desperately at the window much of the day saying, "ouside, ouside", running up to me saying "shoes on", "shoes on". And if ever you take her shoes off, she cries, "shoes on, shoes on"! Because she knows her outside moments are over.
She says "tank you" (thank you) always very softly, almost to herself whenever I hand her anything. But for some reason, she rarely says it to strangers.
This age...oh this perfect little age...and this is where the pain comes in, I think. Because I know that she's not always going to be like this. I know that it's fleeting. And that's has to be okay with me. She grows up and I get to know more and more of who she really is but it doesn't change the fact that I know I'll always miss this time of her being content to just lay on my chest. There's something sort of sickly wonderful about fully possessing a tiny little child. Hopefully I outgrow that sickness at the same rate that she outgrows her adorableness;) Much love to you my baby. Because that you will always and forever be, my sweet baby Juliet.
Nicknames for Juliet:
#1. Ju-B We almost never call her anything else
#2. money, mini money, my money
#3. bunny
