Dearest Lilah,
The last couple of weeks have found you doing even more fun stuff. It's always amazing to me how one day you don't do something and then all of a sudden, you do! Your new thing is copying things. You have mastered "Giving five" and clapping and you are an absolute dancing fool, and now you have moved on to yawning. That's right: Yesterday, I yawned while you were in my lap, and you looked at me and opened your mouth REALLY wide and smiled like you figured me out. And it wasn't a real yawn that just got started because of mine, it was an honest to goodness copy. Because you laugh and will try to make yawn noises!
You also like to try and copy a snore. A snore sends you into a pretty good giggle. Especially a fake snore. I'll admit - it's a funny sound. But you not only copy Daddy's fake snore, but the dog's REAL one. It's neat to watch you watch us to figure out how to do it!
I can't believe how intently you watch us. It has made me - I guess with good reason - pretty self conscious of the things I say and do! There are plenty of things I say and do that you will be better off NOT copying, for sure. But we enjoy watching you learn so much every day! You are trying SO hard to walk...you don't even crawl properly but MAN do you want to stand up and go! Unfortunately, you don't understand the whole "putting one foot in front of the other" rule to walking and you just end up taking multiple steps forward with one foot until you sit down. But you are becoming a master of pulling up on the chair and the coffee table and the couch, and you are even really good at sitting back down again, but that doesn't mean you haven't fallen over a few times and conked your head. You shake things off pretty quickly, though, so the tears are usually pretty short lived, which is good because your crying face is kind of ugly!
You have eye teeth coming in now and they are giving you far more trouble than your front four. You are drooly and angry! Today you hardly ate anything. You only wanted carbs. You ate bread for lunch and then ate Cheerios for dinner. You drank a lot of your juice, though. I hope that it's just teeth bothering you and that you aren't getting sick! You've had a really bad stuffy nose the last few days that seems to be going away now, but it's been rough on you.
We're getting ready to celebrate our first Thanksgiving with you. I hope you enjoy your baby meal of butternut squash and peas. :-)
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Actually, it is you - sort of.
Dearest Lilah,
Oh, my my...you keep me so VERY busy! But I guess that's because you have so much going on! You have learned how to properly crawl, but still prefer "the drag" because you know how to get around faster that way. And NOW you are trying to pull up on EVERYTHING. Everything you see that is taller than you is just an opportunity to climb. It is going to be very hard to keep you out of the holiday decorations, I'm afraid. Oh my...how will we keep you out of the tree?
In the last two weeks, you've gotten your two top teeth through. They are giving you pretty bad fits, though. You are fussy and short tempered, and you are constantly looking for a way to soothe your aching gums. Luckily the second one is almost all the way through, so I hope that will give you a rest from the pain for a bit before the next teeth make their descent.
We celebrated your very first Halloween! Last year I bought your costume on clearance because I felt that - even if you weren't very cute - you would be cute in the costume. Imagine my delight when you were cute squared in the costume! You were a hedgehog!! We went to a party at Uncle Tripp and Aunt Gina's house as a Hedge, Hedgehog and "Texas" Jones (Daddy's funny ha ha version of Indiana Jones). We also went to the Harvest Fest at the Saturday market and had four complete strangers walk up and ask to take photos of you because you were so cute! Sadly, you did not win the costume contest (that honor went to a bee), but Favorite Farmer Amy said you were so cute she wanted to put you on a Ritz and eat you up, so that was as good as a win to me!
You have - somehow - learned to dance. You had lately done a little bouncy bounce when music you liked would come on, but now it's a full on wiggle wiggle shimmy shake. And you even through a hand in there from time to time. It is HILARIOUS. Today we learned that you give extra shimmy to Zydeco music. I'm sure it's the accordion. The funniest thing is that if I even say the word "dance," you start to wiggle your shoulders around. So you don't respond to "Mommy," but "Dance" gets us an audition for "So You Think You Can Dance." That is AWESOME on my self-esteem. :-)
You also have a fondness for objects of similar shape and size. You like to get them, stack them together, and then bang them together like cymbals. Your favorite so far has been a set of coasters at your Gramma's house. But you also enjoy two ring boxes, blocks and two tiny clear boxes that are not the same, but are relatively similar in shape and size. It's interesting to see your preferences develop that way!
You like to wave now that you realize it gets people to respond to you. In the mornings when I come to get you, and also after your naps, I walk in to your room and say, "Hey!" and you usually will grin up at me wave with both hands. When we go out, you wave at everyone. Today at lunch you waved and waved and waved at a man who was just trying to eat his lunch. He never waved back. You just found someone else to wave to. I like that it didn't hurt your feelings. You were just like, "Oh. Ok. Maybe YOU would like to wave to me!" And so you found a girl who was at lunch with her mom and she was more than happy to make squishy faces with you and wave. It was funny to watch.
So you still don't talk. That doesn't mean you don't communicate rather clearly. I'm trying to teach you some signs, but you have your own. When you want more food, you pat your leg (or mine, if it's close). You can say "No" as loudly as I can when you shove food, cups, toys and even faces away from you. I don't like that, so I am trying very hard to tell you not to push but to speak or sign.
You exhaust me, baby. And you're so big these days. You weigh 18 pounds, but I'm not sure how tall you are. Tall. I know that much. I can't believe you're practically 10 months old and soon you'll be 1 year old and my little bitty 7.5 pound squishy baby will be totally gone. It makes me feel a little panicked sometimes, like I need a new squishy baby, but then I chase you around for a little while and realize I'm barely hanging on with just one, so I think I'll keep it that way - at least for a while!
Now I'm going to go because you have a stuffy nose that is causing you problems - on top of those top teeth - and I probably should just go to bed right now while Daddy rocks you to sleep for the second time tonight. I hope you feel better tomorrow!
Love,
Mommy
Oh, my my...you keep me so VERY busy! But I guess that's because you have so much going on! You have learned how to properly crawl, but still prefer "the drag" because you know how to get around faster that way. And NOW you are trying to pull up on EVERYTHING. Everything you see that is taller than you is just an opportunity to climb. It is going to be very hard to keep you out of the holiday decorations, I'm afraid. Oh my...how will we keep you out of the tree?
In the last two weeks, you've gotten your two top teeth through. They are giving you pretty bad fits, though. You are fussy and short tempered, and you are constantly looking for a way to soothe your aching gums. Luckily the second one is almost all the way through, so I hope that will give you a rest from the pain for a bit before the next teeth make their descent.
We celebrated your very first Halloween! Last year I bought your costume on clearance because I felt that - even if you weren't very cute - you would be cute in the costume. Imagine my delight when you were cute squared in the costume! You were a hedgehog!! We went to a party at Uncle Tripp and Aunt Gina's house as a Hedge, Hedgehog and "Texas" Jones (Daddy's funny ha ha version of Indiana Jones). We also went to the Harvest Fest at the Saturday market and had four complete strangers walk up and ask to take photos of you because you were so cute! Sadly, you did not win the costume contest (that honor went to a bee), but Favorite Farmer Amy said you were so cute she wanted to put you on a Ritz and eat you up, so that was as good as a win to me!
You have - somehow - learned to dance. You had lately done a little bouncy bounce when music you liked would come on, but now it's a full on wiggle wiggle shimmy shake. And you even through a hand in there from time to time. It is HILARIOUS. Today we learned that you give extra shimmy to Zydeco music. I'm sure it's the accordion. The funniest thing is that if I even say the word "dance," you start to wiggle your shoulders around. So you don't respond to "Mommy," but "Dance" gets us an audition for "So You Think You Can Dance." That is AWESOME on my self-esteem. :-)
You also have a fondness for objects of similar shape and size. You like to get them, stack them together, and then bang them together like cymbals. Your favorite so far has been a set of coasters at your Gramma's house. But you also enjoy two ring boxes, blocks and two tiny clear boxes that are not the same, but are relatively similar in shape and size. It's interesting to see your preferences develop that way!
You like to wave now that you realize it gets people to respond to you. In the mornings when I come to get you, and also after your naps, I walk in to your room and say, "Hey!" and you usually will grin up at me wave with both hands. When we go out, you wave at everyone. Today at lunch you waved and waved and waved at a man who was just trying to eat his lunch. He never waved back. You just found someone else to wave to. I like that it didn't hurt your feelings. You were just like, "Oh. Ok. Maybe YOU would like to wave to me!" And so you found a girl who was at lunch with her mom and she was more than happy to make squishy faces with you and wave. It was funny to watch.
So you still don't talk. That doesn't mean you don't communicate rather clearly. I'm trying to teach you some signs, but you have your own. When you want more food, you pat your leg (or mine, if it's close). You can say "No" as loudly as I can when you shove food, cups, toys and even faces away from you. I don't like that, so I am trying very hard to tell you not to push but to speak or sign.
You exhaust me, baby. And you're so big these days. You weigh 18 pounds, but I'm not sure how tall you are. Tall. I know that much. I can't believe you're practically 10 months old and soon you'll be 1 year old and my little bitty 7.5 pound squishy baby will be totally gone. It makes me feel a little panicked sometimes, like I need a new squishy baby, but then I chase you around for a little while and realize I'm barely hanging on with just one, so I think I'll keep it that way - at least for a while!
Now I'm going to go because you have a stuffy nose that is causing you problems - on top of those top teeth - and I probably should just go to bed right now while Daddy rocks you to sleep for the second time tonight. I hope you feel better tomorrow!
Love,
Mommy
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