baby | letter aug 20.14

my aunt told me about this idea, where you set up an email account for your child, and write them letters through-out the years. of course i could just write them by hand, but here is where the ease and casual air of email comes into play. there is less pressure to sit down and write an epic letter each time. now, who is to say where email will be in sixteen years (an inbox full of letters from your mother would be an excellent gift for a teenage boy right? haha), and goodness knows technology is not stable or consistent. but it's easy and fun and gives family members the opportunity to write a letter on special occasions (or whenever as well). here is a recent one:

Jackson,

You are five months old this week.
Right now you are trying to eat your toes. Putting objects into your mouth is how you discover the world around you. I'm not sure what you learn from goobering on something but it pleases you to no end!
You do other things too. You are always moving - waving your hands, stomping your feet, and twisting your head to see what's going on around you. In fact, you move so much and so often that when you aren't, your papa and I call to one another to come see. "Look" we say, "Look how still he is."
You've started crawling this month. We rooted for you to crawl for months (every day it looked like you were so close). But now that you are moving of your own accord, we hardly know what to do! It's clear to us you need more space so we'll try to work on that for you.
You smile for everyone. I used to think it was because they smiled at you, but now I can see you looking at strangers, the corners of your lips turning upwards. You want so badly to burst into a great big grin...but you need them to look at you first! When you smile at us, we feel like the best parents ever. It's safe to say that everything we do is to make you smile. Or laugh - because your giggle is absolutely infectious. Right now it's not consistant - just short happy snorts. So we keep doing what we were doing hoping to combine together each outburst - like crazed maniacs we throw you over and over into the air or gum at your chest and pretend to eat you - "Nom! Nom! Nom!"
Five months has flown by. It's true what they say - that it goes by in the blink of an eye and you're never as tiny as you once were (you were so tiny!). But we look forward to what is to come.

-Mama