So it’s official, you’ve been out growing in the world just as long as you were growing in me. Of course, I thought you were trouble then, turns out, that was nothing. And being true to your nature, just as I sat down to type this, you were messy. That was your 9 month present to me. Thanks.
So crawling is second nature, as is getting quickly up stairs and pulling yourself to standing. You are thinking you’d like to start walking, but right now you need the help of someone else that doesn’t mind walking all hunched over. To be as smart a baby as I was, you have to accomplish it by yourself in the next two weeks. Of course you've mastered clapping and now we're working on "bye." If I hold up your chubby little hand you'll start to wave and sometimes on your own, but most times you need a little help.
Eating is getting easier, of course you love your bottle but now you also love people food. Anything we’re eating. Except potatoes. You spit those out like we’re trying to poison you. And we’re so not. You love yogurt and rice-a-roni and peaches and pancakes and anything you really shouldn’t be eating, like cake. You’ve been getting lots of cake lately. You’re still figuring out the sippy cup. If you can chew on the thing and get something to drink, you think it doesn’t work. You’ll get it, I hope.
You love to be outside and I’ve been trying to take you on a walk before bed most nights. You love love love it. Sometimes you just stare at the passing sidewalk, but even that is interesting to you. You’re a weird baby sometimes.
You want a puppy. Or a kitty. We took you to the humane society and a little dog that was being brushed licked your face. You knew right then you wanted one of those hairy things.
Things that you love to play with are phones are cell phones. “Okay, call china,” is something we often say around here now. Your grandpa got you a big black monkey at Lagoon day and you love him. You love to pull on his eyebrows and squish his face to yours. It’s hilarious and adorable, the best of both worlds. Anything that rattles, so you often get to play with daddy’s pill bottles (child-proof of course) or anything you can shake and get a sound.
Sleeping is still an issue. More than an issue. If you find yourself growing up with gypsies, it’s because you never slept. Every night is a battle of wills. You always think you’ll win and I always think the same. There are many screaming matches (you, not me, I get walk away) and usually it’s about an hour from start to sleeping and this is me. You also don’t take naps and you awake at the of dawn. Of course you take naps for other people. I must be so exciting that you can’t possibly tire when you’re around me.
This parenting thing is tough but even after you’ve made me so frustrated that I let you cry it out even if it takes 15 minutes, then I come in to make sure you’re okay and the little angelic sleep thing is so cute that I forgive you for wasting my time for sleep. You’re full of giggles and sounds. You say da da (which in no way is like dada) and burble and squeal and are just so darn happy most of the time. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You are the apple of my eye and everyone loves you and you love everyone right back. You are so open to everyone that relatives you’ve never seen and strangers all want to play with you and you want to play right back.
It’s going to be a fun life!
love ya !
Mom
So crawling is second nature, as is getting quickly up stairs and pulling yourself to standing. You are thinking you’d like to start walking, but right now you need the help of someone else that doesn’t mind walking all hunched over. To be as smart a baby as I was, you have to accomplish it by yourself in the next two weeks. Of course you've mastered clapping and now we're working on "bye." If I hold up your chubby little hand you'll start to wave and sometimes on your own, but most times you need a little help.
Eating is getting easier, of course you love your bottle but now you also love people food. Anything we’re eating. Except potatoes. You spit those out like we’re trying to poison you. And we’re so not. You love yogurt and rice-a-roni and peaches and pancakes and anything you really shouldn’t be eating, like cake. You’ve been getting lots of cake lately. You’re still figuring out the sippy cup. If you can chew on the thing and get something to drink, you think it doesn’t work. You’ll get it, I hope.
You love to be outside and I’ve been trying to take you on a walk before bed most nights. You love love love it. Sometimes you just stare at the passing sidewalk, but even that is interesting to you. You’re a weird baby sometimes.
You want a puppy. Or a kitty. We took you to the humane society and a little dog that was being brushed licked your face. You knew right then you wanted one of those hairy things.
Things that you love to play with are phones are cell phones. “Okay, call china,” is something we often say around here now. Your grandpa got you a big black monkey at Lagoon day and you love him. You love to pull on his eyebrows and squish his face to yours. It’s hilarious and adorable, the best of both worlds. Anything that rattles, so you often get to play with daddy’s pill bottles (child-proof of course) or anything you can shake and get a sound.
Sleeping is still an issue. More than an issue. If you find yourself growing up with gypsies, it’s because you never slept. Every night is a battle of wills. You always think you’ll win and I always think the same. There are many screaming matches (you, not me, I get walk away) and usually it’s about an hour from start to sleeping and this is me. You also don’t take naps and you awake at the of dawn. Of course you take naps for other people. I must be so exciting that you can’t possibly tire when you’re around me.
This parenting thing is tough but even after you’ve made me so frustrated that I let you cry it out even if it takes 15 minutes, then I come in to make sure you’re okay and the little angelic sleep thing is so cute that I forgive you for wasting my time for sleep. You’re full of giggles and sounds. You say da da (which in no way is like dada) and burble and squeal and are just so darn happy most of the time. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You are the apple of my eye and everyone loves you and you love everyone right back. You are so open to everyone that relatives you’ve never seen and strangers all want to play with you and you want to play right back.
It’s going to be a fun life!
love ya !
Mom
