Monday, December 05, 2005

letter to trinity: 5 months old

5 months.

Wow.



I can't believe how fast the time is going by now that I have such a huge reason in my life to mark time. And I am sure that I will be repeating that statement, or a derivation thereof many, mnay times over the coming years.

So what's happened in our lives since I last wrote you?

Your great-grandma, a woman that you never got the chance to meet, passed away.

She was the one person in my life that I could say truly lived her life on her own terms, at least until her dickhead of a son chose to get her license taken away and shove her in a home. She didn't take any shit from anybody, and she always spoke her mind. This of course, led to most people being offended after every conversation with her, and you know how much she cared about that? Not a bit.

Now don't get me wrong: I'm not suggesting that you live your life like she did. She did a pretty good job of pissing everyone off with her very open way of dealing with people. But I hope that you feel comfortable expressing yourself, albeit with at least a little regard for the consequences.



What else? Another great doctor's visit, where we were informed that not only were you growing well, you were actually in the 100th percentile for height for your age. That seems a little odd, since your Mom and I are 5'4" and 5'6" respectively. You're probably going to be taller than either of us by twelve, and that could make enforcing the rules a little tricky. But we'll lock you in your room cross that bridge when we get there.

You are more expressive and personable every day. Your face develops a new wrinkle or facial expression every other time I look at your face. And that face is (finally) starting to look a lot like the one I had when I was your age.



We're getting ready for your first Christmas, and your Mom and I are very excited. I'm going to go totally Griswold on the house now that I have a little baby to get into the spirit of the season. I hope you don't look back later and be too embarrassed, but I guarantee that for at least a couple of years, you're going to love it.

Love Daddy

Saturday, November 05, 2005

letter to trinity: 4 months old

Dear Trinity,

Today you turned 4 months old.



Its amazing how quickly 4 months can go by. The last 4 months before you came, while wonderful (your Mom was an awesome pregnant woman - beautiful, happy, glowing) sometimes seemed never ending.

But the last 4 have gone by so fast I can hardly believe it.

You are really developing a personality these days. You laugh when you think something’s funny, which is most of the time. You let us know when you're unhappy less by means of crying and more by a kind of an irritated grunt: Just shows that even when you're pissed, you're already being polite about it.

You spent the longest time away from me this month when you went with your Mom to stay with your Grandparents for a few days. Hardest week I've had to do in a very long time, though its doubtful you noticed my absence.



You dressed up for Halloween this year as a pretty pink bunny. You really were very cute. We stayed home all night and handed out candy, and got a visit from a few of your friends.



YOU ROLLED OVER FOR THE FIRST TIME!

I had to capitalize and exclamate that because that's just how elated your Mom and I were when it happened. If you set the first human foot on Mars later on in your life, I could hardly be prouder. Milestones can be so exciting.

I couldn't have foreseen just how comfortably you have ensconced yourself into our lives. All the time I/we spent before you came along seems like it was spent by someone else. Like life before you was fuzzy, indistinct. And now I have only to look at you and I can see clearly what's important, what matters.



Thanks for that.

Love Daddy

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

letter to trinity: 3 months old

Dear Trinity,

Today you are 3 months old, an age that many parents and child experts use as a developmental milestone.

You are many things now that you weren't even a month ago.

For one, you are a hell of a lot bigger. You weigh somewhere around 14 lbs now, making you almost double your birth weight. Your face has really filled out, and you now look like I always expected a real live baby to look, rather than the unbelievably tiny, vulnerable, fragile being that you had been to this point.



You are becoming more articulate every day, having had the eureka moment of discovering that those noises were indeed coming out of you, and that they could be replicated at will. So now, not often yet, but every once in awhile you will blurt out a string of coos and squeaks, sometimes laughing a little about it afterwards.

And man, can you laugh. Most of the time when you smile its a fleeting thing, as something else quickly takes your attention. Sometimes you flash us your toothless grin, sometimes you give us a shy smile as you turn your head away, as if you're being coy and hiding a secret from your Mom and I. But sometimes you let loose with this wild giggle that sends my heart racing. You really amaze me.



And just for the record, and despite what the terrible twos might do to my recollections of your early months, you are a fantastic baby. You wake up happy in the mornings, you rarely cry at all, you play often and with enthusiasm, and you look around the world with such fascination, drinking in everything you're exposed to with the eyes of the truly innocent. You are a real joy to be around.



You can also be really funny, and have decided to expose your personality to us in measured doses. On the rare occasions that you are unhappy, you like to express your displeasure with a short, no-nonsense series of grunts. 'Pick me up', 'Feed me', Change me', all with the air of someone who is used to getting her commands obeyed quickly and without question. And when you tell us to do something, as of right now, we listen immediately. Maybe that's the novelty not wearing off yet. I hope it never does.

So to celebrate the 3 month anniversary of your birth, we decided to take you to Niagara Falls this afternoon, so that you can say later that we took you to see something that people travel all over the world to look at. And if we still live here when you're older, you'll take them for granted just like everyone else here does. You slept through most of it, but you ended up having your lunch under some shady trees within about a hundred yards of the falls, so that was kind of cool.



I have to go cuddle my little girl now, but I'll write you again next month.

Love,

Daddy

Monday, September 05, 2005

letter to trinity: 2 months old

So I've decided to directly rip off Dooce.com's idea of posting monthly letters to her daughter on her blog.



I have already been writing to Trinity during the pregnancy, in the hopes that someday she will want to read what was happening in our lives, what we were thinking, feeling, doing, how she was developing, etc. I'm just going to make those letters available to my daughter via the internet, hopefully in perpetuity.



So here is the inaugural edition of the monthly letter to Trinity:



Dear Trinity,



This is the first in a series of letters that I will be writing to you. I intend to write you each month to update you on what has been happening in your life, what you have been doing, who you've met, etc.





Today you are 2 months old, and although the last 2 months have been the most hectic of my life (and certainly your Mom's), I know I can speak for both of us when I say that they have also been the most rewarding.



Since you've come into our lives, you have already changed so much.



You just came back from the doctor on Friday, and you've now hit over the eleven pound mark. You've been eating really well, and very often, so you aren't having any problems gaining weight. At that same doctor's visit, I'm sorry to say, you also got your first round of shots. It sounds like that could have been a lot more fun. I missed that appointment, but your Mom said that it was a pretty hard thing to watch.





Some days you look so much like your Mom its scary, but then the next day, I find that you look a lot like me. But most days, you are your own person. And you are such a beautiful little girl. I always used to think that babies all looked alike, and were mostly wrinkles and pink skin. But as I watch you change from day to day, as I watch your hair changing from the dark black you were born with to the chestnut brown it currently is, and your eyes deepen to the brilliant blue they currently are, I am amazed by what a unique, beautiful being you already are.





I love so may things about being with you:



I love the sounds you make sleeping as you lay on my shoulder, or in your bassinet, or in our bed beside your Mom and I. And every day it's new sounds with you. We sing and talk to you as often as we can, and you are already trying your best to replicate the noises you hear and see us making. You won't be doing any public speaking anytime soon, but you're already trying to communicate with us in a real verbal, non-crying way. Its just amazing.



I love that you have already shown us your beautiful smile. Your Mom uncovered it while playing with you after meal-time a few weeks ago. And contrary to popular opinion, it was not gas.



I love the way you look up at me when you bottle feed. That happens fairly rarely, as you are being breastfed most of the time. I know, ew, right? But every once in awhile, your Mom pumps a bottle, so I can have the opportunity to share in feeding you. In case you didn't know it (or won't admit it), she's a pretty cool Mom.



And I love that every once in awhile, I get to pick out the clothes you wear:





After all your Dad is a computer geek, although once you're old enough to understand that term, I think it will be a bit antiquated. But in the meantime, I love that you will be able to look back and see that you wore some cool clothes at such a young age.



I look forwad to seeing how much you change between now and next month's letter.



Love



Daddy