In Ten Months, so much can happen. Someone can get pregnant, and have the baby, and then get pregnant again. You can finish a whole year of high school or college. You can make the decision to take on a new venture of life, and then be on a plane to the other side of the country. In ten months, my daughter has learned how to smile, laugh, talk, clap her hands, stand and be a brat.
We’ve stopped, or at least we’ve forgotten, to celebrate every birth month. But we never forget to celebrate each new tooth, each new word, each new accomplishment. One of her first words (besides mama) is “OW”. She doesn’t know what it means. I guess she hears it from me a lot, since she’s always grabbing my face and scratching me with her long fingernails (bad mom for not cutting them often enough), or smacking me on my cheeks. She actually mimicked me and I thought it was the coolest thing in the world! So now, John and I say it over and over and wait for her to say it back. Such a small thing can create so much happiness in our household.
She stands now, holding on to the side of her crib and bounces away as if she’s dancing to her own beat. The other day she was standing on the side of her crib with her Dad watching over her. He accidentally dropped her stuffed Pooh Bear, and she caught it with one of her hands, holding on to the crib with the other! I told him she’s like the girl from heroes, and if we take her to the playground, she’ll be like Nastia Liukin on the uneven bars!
She’s gone through so many changes, and each day, it seems like she’s a different baby. For better or for worse, she’s going through a lot, which can be either really frustrating or really exciting, depending on what the milestone is. But, one thing hasn’t changed, in ten months, I still love her no less than I did the moment she was born.
