Here we are at month 10! And once again I’m not as into the ‘stats’ of your growth as much as I’m into the millions of moments that I want to bottle up and save until the end of time. Because I don’t think anyone has invented such a thing yet… I jot them down for when my memory fades. And we’re right back to month #9:
Your hand still fits in mine and the way your little fingers wrap around my thumb.
How big you have started to look in the high chair, with your legs reaching the bar and looking so long.
Your forced giggle as you laugh to yourself about something. Which gets us laughing and then you really start laughing.
Also, the “monster” sound affects you make.
The way you rub your eyes when you’re tired
And the sound of your little voice as you say these words often: Dadda, Momma, Babbbaaabyee (and something that is SO close to resembling Gus)
Your blonde hair that is growing in like crazy and getting longer every day.
Let’s not forget the crazy bed head as well.
Beautiful blue eyes.
How content you are to be placed in your “sleep suit” each night. I laugh to myself when I think about how I will explain this to you years from now.
Your long legs and arms now sticking out of above mentioned suit. You hit a serious growth spurt around your 9 month checkup and it’s so evident.
Your happiness and personality. You are so chill, so easy going.
The way you thrive in your school environment. Whenever we drop you off or pick you up, you are heading straight for your group of friends, or surrounded by them.
Did I mention your laugh? Sweetest sound I ever did hear.
Bath time. We sing, we play with your toys… you splash. And recently we’ve started brushing your (7) teeth! You’re particular… you like me to rinse the brush frequently – only because I think you like to suck the water out of it. Whatever it takes to keep those whites pearly.
Moving on to food, you’re eating ALL kinds of table foods at school! (Thank goodness for the chef they have on staff… I’m still waiting for one to show up at our house…) Your daily report tells us all the things you’re eating… and when I try some of them with you at home, nothing. Peer pressure has begun. And/or: EATS WELL WITH OTHERS. 😉
The day you took two steps right into my arms. Sunday after Thanksgiving. So.proud.
Your curiosity. And your LOVE of opening and closing doors.
Also, turning the pages of books.
Your resistance to naps… and yet how long you actually sleep when you take one. Usually two hours, on my chest, and it’s heaven.
What I want to remember forever and ever is the time I took these photos and your Dad ran around like a crazy person to entertain you — and keep you in one place for more than 10 seconds.
I know you won’t remember any of these moments.
Just look at the photos of the early days, read these words… and know how much you are loved beyond words.
I love you, Peejer!!