Give up?? It’s this girl!
Everyone told me that I would lose all concept of time once I became a parent, and they couldn’t have been more right. I can’t believe I have a 9 month old. How did this even happen?! Like 5 minutes ago she was a tiny, helpless, screamy thing that did nothing besides eat and poop and sometimes sleep if we were lucky. And 5 minutes before that, she was just a tiny Teddy Graham on an ultrasound screen.
Now she’s no longer tiny…at 9 months old, she wears some 18 month clothing. She’s crawling and sitting on her own and trying to pull to stand on absolutely everything, safety be damned. I can’t take my eyes off her for a minute or she’ll be into something she’s not supposed to be. She sleeps through the night. She eats waffles and drinks from a sippy cup. When she gets a bottle, she has to hold it herself. She chases the cat. She babbles in the cutest voice: ma, da, ba and many other sounds (“dada” is still her fave though *sigh*). She has two teeth and one on the way. She loves when I blow kisses to her, high fives, peek-a-boo, and when I splash her in the bath. She waves. She is a social butterfly who is ready with a smile for everyone, family or complete stranger.
She’s still screamy, but I know this stage will end sometime. And when it does, maybe I’ll miss it a little. Not.
Being a mom hasn’t been easy so far and I know we have many challenges ahead. She’s a willful child and very vocal so I can only imagine how things will be when she reaches toddlerhood. Or her teenage years. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to do it with more than one at a time. But still not a day has gone by where I’m not so thankful that my sassy, silly, LOUD, beautiful girl is here.
I love you Betty A! Happy Month 9!