June 30, 2011
Posted on: June 30, 2011
Little Riv, when you were a tiny baby, your dad would comfort you by reading you The Economist (no kidding!). You loved sitting in his lap and listening to the sound of his voice, as he would read the articles in a very animated way, making faces and asking you questions. It always worked when you were feeling fussy, and you still like him to read it to you.
June 28, 2011
Posted on: June 28, 2011
I love how you love music! When we sing together, you make up your own medley, singing a few lines of one song and then saying the title of another before switching to it. Why choose just one when you can have all your favourites?
June 27, 2011
Posted on: June 27, 2011
Little Riv, you give the best hugs in the world. You reach around me, squeeze me tight, and pat me gently on the arms or back. As you’ve gotten bigger, you often say “Hug!” first, and then throw yourself into my arms.
June 24, 2011
Posted on: June 24, 2011
Little Riv, when I was pregnant with you, you would be moving all the time! You would get the hiccups every night after dinner and we’d both jump with each one. When I’d take a bath, you’d “swim” so much in my belly that the tub would be full of waves. It’s funny, because you are such a mellow kid — you still like to swim just as much, though!
June 23, 2011
Posted on: June 23, 2011
When you’re pregnant, people smile and meet your eyes in a way they never do otherwise. You can always tell when someone is a happy Dad; there is a wistful kindness in his eyes, full of memories of a special time.
June 22, 2011
Posted on: June 22, 2011
When I was tired , you looked at me and sang “tee-work”, as in our little song: “What’s gonna work? Teamwork!” So we sang together and you helped me change your diaper (you carried the diaper and wipes) and you put your dinner dishes and bib on your place at the table. When did you get so big?
Joy!
June 21, 2011
Posted on: June 21, 2011
Little Riv, as I rocked you to sleep for your nap today, your skin was pink and flushed, and you smelled like sunshine, clean skin and fresh-cut grass from our trip to the park. A perfect first day of summer.
Joy!
Momma Joy 