Saturday, August 16, 2014

Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes





I probably could have been better at writing things down as Rosemary has been growing. Luckily Instagram seems to be a great way for a busy mom to snap pictures and write little bits day to day.  This morning Andrew's mom took Blanche for a day of fun with Gigi. I got my camera out and started treating Rosemary like an only child. My girls are funny. Rosemary likes what she is use to. Which most of the time is Blanche grabbing her by her head, yelling "Rosemary Rosemary Rosemary!!" Once Blanche had left with Gigi this morning Rosemary immediately did not know what to do with herself. It is sweet to see these sisters so close already in life.

I wanted to snap a few pictures of Rosemary playing without Blanche on top of her. Rosemary has been sitting up well since six months. She will be seven months next week. I told my mom last night that I think when Rosemary is older and asks about herself as a baby I will always reply, "You were just the sweetest baby. Always so sweet." She has her fussy moments for sure. And she also has the ability to drive me nuts. Or like last night when nursing her to sleep she lifted her head and slammed it into mine... all while trying to crawl over me. But those moments are rare. Most of the time she is smiling and even waving to people. She started her little wave around six months as well. When we were living with Andrew's parents for a week between houses. We were always surrounded by people and she started moving her hand up and down like Showpa would when he would say, "Hiii Roossemaarrry...!"

In the pictures I take, her hair continues to look strawberry blonde. I keep hoping and praying it will stay a little red and not go all the way to blonde like Blanche. I would love to have both a blonde and a redhead. She has plenty of rolls on her legs like Blanche did, maybe a little less of a tummy than Blanche at that age. Thanks to her Gigi and Showpa, Rosemary's favorite song is "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes" by Edison Lighthouse. A late 60's hit. Here are the lyrics. Pretty fitting if you ask me:


She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away
I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away
I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
[Fadeout:]
It keeps growing every place she's been
And nobody knows like me
If you've met her, you'll never forget her
And nobody knows like me
La la la- believe it when you've seen it
Nobody knows like me


Rosemary has a fuzzy little head of hair and the sweetest gummy smile. She smells like fruit and essential oils. She is rocking back and forth on all fours about to crawl and discover the world on her own. She bounces and laughs and loves when Blanche jumps on her. She is full of spirit like her sister, but seems to have maybe a little more joy in the place of Blanche's full driven passion. Rosemary is just the baby I never knew I wanted. She is pure sweetness, and I love her slobbery kisses.

Hear Rosemary's favorite song

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