Dosie Gay

Dosie Gay,

Often your big brother still calls you baby girl, but lately he will refer to you as Dosie Gay. So cute, right? You love him. You want to play with all of his toys. Forget the dolls, Give you a tractor and a choo choo any day and youre happy! Youre almost 9 months (2 weeks to go). Sheesh! How did that happen? Im not one of those moms who gets all weepy and says oh I want to keep you little forever. Because….Im totally happy  that youre growing and thriving. And while I will totally miss this stage of your baby goodness, I also rejoice in the fact that youre getting bigger and learning. I do wish I could bottle up that baby giggle and keep it forever though. You now have two teeth and maybe one or two more about to bust up through there. You still love to eat. Which is evident in those chunky squishy thighs. I am weaning down from pumping milk for you. Exclusively pumping for you has probably been one of the most difficult things Ive ever done. And, one that I am most proud of.  I have totaled about 375 hours hooked to that thing! It was hard, it was tiring, and it was completely worth it. We just finished up your first Christmas. Ill be honest, it was a hard one for me. Traveling around the state for a week with 2 small kiddos is …well… exhausting. Top it off with my elevated mom anxiety and …..you get me doing a whole lot of repenting, praying, and needing a major nap J  It was still a wonderful Christmas full of special presents, you eating a lot of wrapping paper, and a new baby cousin being born. You also have become really good and really fast at moving. You are one of those silent trouble types. If I turn my head for one second, you’ve climbed somewhere you shouldn’t be, crawled and hid behind a curtain, or tried to eat a leaf. You love to say “dada” but want me to hold you. I am still so thankful God sent me you baby girl. Youre the best Dosie Gay ever full of trouble, giggles, and sweet baby rolls!

Love, Moma