All of your little successes - smiling, holding your head up, rolling over, sitting up, clapping - I have welcomed them. I have cheered for you and kissed your sweet cheeks to celebrate each milestone. But this month something is different. This month you made the executive decision to crawl, and in seconds you transformed from my little baby sitting in my lap to a curious, adventerous, baby/toddler hybrid.
This sadness, it happened to me with your sister, too. I get to thinking I've missed out on too much by choosing to have a career. I get to thinking that I can't remember one single memory of you other than the moment I first held you in my arms. I miss you, my baby you.
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| Sitting in the cart at Costco. You are SO BIG! |
I try to breastfeed you in the morning and at night, but you hate it. You can't stand to miss one second of excitement, and I fear our days of breastfeeding are nearing an end. You much prefer to hold your own bottle. When you see a baba you go crazy for it. You are too big for a baby carrier, so we usually put you in a stroller or shopping cart when we take you out. I shake my head when I look at you swinging your little feet like a kid. We haven't fed you a jar of baby food in the past few weeks. Why bother when you prefer to eat pieces of steak, noodles, veggies, berries, yogurt, and almost everything else on the food pyramid?
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| Sorry abou the pink bib, dude! |
Chloe is your favorite person on the planet. She loves you so much, but probably not as much as you love her. She says to you every morning, "Aaaaabomb. Gooogooogaga. Gooooooogoogaga," and you crack up laughing. You love your Dada second. You are such a Daddy's boy. You'll sit on his lap and chill out watching football. You love me maybe third, but that's okay. It's a pretty good group - your top three.
You are starting to have some separation anxiety. We can't leave the room without you freaking out. A neighbor asked if you would cry if she held you. I was sure you wouldn't mind being such a chill guy and all, but you certainly DID mind. Your little heart was broken. When you are sad you stick your bottom lip out as far as it will go and then wait for it... wait for it... WAAAAAAAH!
A few last things... You started a new daycare this month. I'll have to tell you all about that in a separate post. We have a new carseat on the way for your sister. You are going to graduate from your little bucket and move up to her old carseat. I can't believe how long we stuffed you in that seat! I don't know if I mentioned it last month, but you also graduated from your bath seat to sitting in the tub. You take baths with your sister and laugh when she splashes your face with water.
You are a great sleeper. We are probably going to regret it later, but we put you in bed with a bottle, a blanky, and a pacifier. You drink your bottle yourself, pop in your pacifier, and pass out without a peep. You sleep through the night - you always have. You never cry when you wake up. You just coo and coo. A funny thing about you is that you chuck your pacifiers out of your crib, so once a week we pull the crib away from the wall to find a slew of pacifiers. It's like a little island of lost pacifiers.
I have a lot of great pictures of you. I really do. The problem is that I wrote this post when you were nine months and now that you are almost ten months I am actually going to publish it. I uploaded a few subpar pics from my iPhone (it's a 4, if you are wondering) and will upload some great ones at a later date. I love you so much!!! My sweet boy!
*Update: I actually did post pictures of you. I can't believe I made good on my promise!!
