Dear Stela,
I'm so sorry I don't get to write to you often. I'm just so busy with three kids! Plus work and keeping a house and all that other stuff. It's a shame I haven't been able to write more because you are such a lovely thing and I adore you with all my heart, and then some! We have been back and forth on your name. Not your name actually, but the spelling of it. On your birth certificate it is spelled with two l's and on your blessing certificate just one. I think your daddy prefers one, the Czech way, and I prefer two, for no particular reason. Other than it is stellar with out the r which is exactly what I think you are! Seriously, you are wonderful! You are a happy and content baby. You used to sleep through the night, but now not so much. But you do go to bed with out a fuss. Since you may be my last I was hoping you would go slowly and take your time moving from one thing to the next. No such luck. You want to go, go, go and move quickly from one developmental milestone to the next. You love your tummy. I wondered if I could make a baby that loved her tummy so I gave you tummy time. I'm not sure if that is it or not but I got a baby that loved her tummy. One of my favorite memories of you was at your 4 month doctor appointment. You laid on your tummy with your arms pushed up and head lifted the entire visit. You just twisted your head and body enough to follow Dr Fox wherever he went. He was amused by it too. Something about a 4 month old tracking his every move made him laugh. You learned to roll over on my Birthday. Happy Birthday to me! You were three and a half months old. Then when you were five months old you sat on your own. And at just under 7 months you started army crawling. Just a week ago you started doing the real thing and I love to watch it. But it won't last long because the next day you discovered that you could pull yourself to standing and now that is what you do. Constantly. On anything that looks like it will work. And if the surface you are using is just right you start to inch your feet around. Cruising. Furniture walking. I'm sure that real walking won't be far behind because I have learned the pattern with you.
You are a gorgeous baby. You get compliments all the time. People frequently will comment that you are just such a pretty baby. You don't have any hair. Never did. It's slowly coming in. I will love when you have it, but I think you are perfect just the way you are. You also get compliments because you are so happy and friendly. You have a smile that is contagious. Oh how I love it! Seriously baby girl, I just couldn't be happier with you. I still shake my head sometimes when I think about you being a girl because I was so sure you were going to be a boy. I would have loved a boy. Of course I would have. But I look at you and my heart swells with the feeling that you are exactly the baby I wanted. I am so blessed! You and your sister and brother make my life so happy. And busy. And every day I am so grateful for you.
I love you baby girl! My little Stel(l)a!
Love,
Mom
I'm so sorry I don't get to write to you often. I'm just so busy with three kids! Plus work and keeping a house and all that other stuff. It's a shame I haven't been able to write more because you are such a lovely thing and I adore you with all my heart, and then some! We have been back and forth on your name. Not your name actually, but the spelling of it. On your birth certificate it is spelled with two l's and on your blessing certificate just one. I think your daddy prefers one, the Czech way, and I prefer two, for no particular reason. Other than it is stellar with out the r which is exactly what I think you are! Seriously, you are wonderful! You are a happy and content baby. You used to sleep through the night, but now not so much. But you do go to bed with out a fuss. Since you may be my last I was hoping you would go slowly and take your time moving from one thing to the next. No such luck. You want to go, go, go and move quickly from one developmental milestone to the next. You love your tummy. I wondered if I could make a baby that loved her tummy so I gave you tummy time. I'm not sure if that is it or not but I got a baby that loved her tummy. One of my favorite memories of you was at your 4 month doctor appointment. You laid on your tummy with your arms pushed up and head lifted the entire visit. You just twisted your head and body enough to follow Dr Fox wherever he went. He was amused by it too. Something about a 4 month old tracking his every move made him laugh. You learned to roll over on my Birthday. Happy Birthday to me! You were three and a half months old. Then when you were five months old you sat on your own. And at just under 7 months you started army crawling. Just a week ago you started doing the real thing and I love to watch it. But it won't last long because the next day you discovered that you could pull yourself to standing and now that is what you do. Constantly. On anything that looks like it will work. And if the surface you are using is just right you start to inch your feet around. Cruising. Furniture walking. I'm sure that real walking won't be far behind because I have learned the pattern with you.
You are a gorgeous baby. You get compliments all the time. People frequently will comment that you are just such a pretty baby. You don't have any hair. Never did. It's slowly coming in. I will love when you have it, but I think you are perfect just the way you are. You also get compliments because you are so happy and friendly. You have a smile that is contagious. Oh how I love it! Seriously baby girl, I just couldn't be happier with you. I still shake my head sometimes when I think about you being a girl because I was so sure you were going to be a boy. I would have loved a boy. Of course I would have. But I look at you and my heart swells with the feeling that you are exactly the baby I wanted. I am so blessed! You and your sister and brother make my life so happy. And busy. And every day I am so grateful for you.
I love you baby girl! My little Stel(l)a!
Love,
Mom
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