Dear Elizabeth,
You have begun to interract a lot more. You are smiling and cooing. I love when you make eye contact and how your entire face changes when you smile. That little toothless mouth opens wide and anything that bothered me that day is suddenly gone.
You stare intently at my mouth when I talk and I believe you are trying to mimic me. You are definitely testing out your mouth muscles and figuring out your tongue. You are very curious and stare intently at lights and a certain corner of the living room, which freaks out your father and I.
I have a feeling you will be talking early and once you start we won't be able to shut you up. As excited as I am about you communicating with me, I know better than to rush through these more quiet times. It is starting to sink in a little more that I am not only a mother, but I am YOUR mother. Crazy stuff; wouldn't trade it for the world.
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