Today, little one, you are eleven months old. I can't fathom where the time has gone. You are all too quickly growing up before my very eyes. The quick transition from baby to toddler has begun earlier than I imagined possible. You are definitely your own little person--full of personality and fun.
Sometimes we just might refer to you as a wild animal, you crazy girl. You love to climb and crawl and go go go. Today I set up an elaborate "gate" to keep you from going into the back part of the apartment. You won every time. No matter how I arranged those chairs, you climbed under, over, and around. It was truly impressive.
You are days (hours?) away from figuring out how to climb on the couch. And then I don't know how I will possibly keep the computer safe from your pounding little fists. But, oh!, the look of delight it gives you to do it. It's completely endearing.
Speaking of endearment, you are permanently endeared to your brother. Who, by the way, does not completely deserve it. He can be pretty viscous now and again in his undying efforts to keep you from his toys or books. But when he beacons, "walk to Raymond?" you always respond. When he shouts, you shout. When he laughs, you laugh. When he asks, "what does the elephant say, baby?" you make a raspberry every time.
I am actually (crazily??) looking forward to you figuring out walking this month. You stand up on your own and can keep your balance fairly well, all until you try to lunge forward. You love to grip my fingers and walk around the house. You soon will be running, I can tell.
Your favorite things to do are pull books of shelves (which you do at an alarming rate), "read" to yourself, explore new places, eat wood chips at the park, swing, eat (eat! My I should write a whole paragraph about how you love to eat!! You eat better than your brother does), and sit with mama. You don't like me to be too far away from you. I love the way your curl up so comfortably in my lap.
Despite being a mama's girl, you look more and more like your Daddy every day. You have his eyes, his mouth, and what I think will someday be his hair color. But for now you are blonde blonde blonde. It's a little bit at the scraggly baby stage. I wish you would wear headbands, but no such luck. Maybe someday the pigtails will work out. I can't wait.
Baby girl, despite your crazy energy, and unbelievable climbing abilities for a person who can't walk yet, you are as sweet and tender as I knew you would be from the womb. I never tire of kissing your chubby chunky cheeks. I love gathering you in my arms when you are sad or hurt. I love making you laugh. I love your lispy babbling. I love watching you grow.
I love you. Love,
Mama
2 comments:
What sweet fun girl she is! I just loved getting a little time with her (the time was too short though...I could have spent a whole week.) I loved reading all of that. You are such a good Mom Carly. You are a good loving example to me. I love you and your sweet little Ginny. (And Raymond too!) Your pictures are coming. Promise.
Hello, Carly.
The excellent and lovely work.
The lovely kimono infants, Japanese tradition
The prayer for all peace.
from Japan, ruma ❀
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