Dear baby. Why didn’t you stay my little squishy who surprised us twelve days early?
Growing up is against the rules, don’t you know?
But grow you have. You celebrated 9 months last week… you’ve been OUT almost longer than you were IN!
How did we celebrate? In the middle of us driving you up and down the eastern coastline to and from Florida! You are a well-traveled baby, North Carolina, New York City, Florida, and even stopping off to meet and play with my blogger friend Courtney from Crunchy Beach Mama (hi! So much fun meeting up in REAL life after so many years of online friendship!).
You love splashing in water. Riding in the baby carrier. Riding in the car (thank goodness!).
You love making bubbles with your mouth, and have figured out how to do this over and over by saying “Mmmmwah, mmmmwah, mmmmwah” – it’s hilarious!
You love twisting, rolling and generally doing everything you can to NOT get your diaper changed. And you LOVE the nasal aspirator bulbs next to the changing table. I mean LOVE (just don’t love it when I try to use them on you!).
You love food. Oh you’re my foodie for sure. To list everything you’ve tried would take a while, but of course, I must mention the infamous steak fry that disappeared in literally seconds! Suffice to say you haven’t refused anything to date, although you can only stomach a few spoons of anything if I put my own spinach in it. Drat!
You love hugging me (or anyone) super hard. And you love pinching with those crazy sharp nails! You also LOVE to smile. You smile hard, mouth wide open and with your little gums together. It’s adorable, but so fleeting I don’t think I’ve yet caught a good photo of it.
But I’d better act soon, because guess what popped up in your mouth today? Yes, your FIRST tooth. Mark it down 4/22/13. All sharp and pearly and beautiful. And, might I had with very little fussiness on your part.
You love, absolutely LOVE your big brother. You do your army crawl (haven’t quite figured out knees yet) all over the place trying to follow him around. He loves you to and is always trying to be helpful by snatching away toys that might not be good for you! Someday you’ll understand…
When you and your brother are put down for bedtimes (in the same room now!) you peek through the crib slats and grin and laugh at him. Oh you boys are gonna give me fits!
Let’s see, what else? You sit up, a bit unsteadily, but you do. You may be doing your first signs: milk, bye-bye. Not sure yet. Sometimes you say “mama” but again, I’m not sure if you know what you mean. You’re definitely verbal, always babbling about something or other, and even doing what seems to be singing! (In fact, you’re quite musical – if I go “Let’s tap, tap, tap out a beat” and tap on the table, you always follow suit!).
And… you love to snuggle! When you’re tired, and sometimes even when you’re not, you lay your head on my shoulder… and just drift off to sleep. I love that. Which, back to my original point, is why you are never allowed to grow up. No, not ever. So, please stop. Thanks.