You are nine and a half months old.
There is so much I want to freeze in time & tattoo on my memory, so that I can always access who "you" are at this exact moment in time.
You are a momma's boy, through and through. I cannot even tell you how much this heals my deepest wounds. I'm sorry that I need you to need me like that, but I thank you for being the vessel to heal me.
You have two perfect bottom teeth. They are adorable little squares, exact and straight. When you smile you scrunch up your nose & usually make hilarious grunting noises. You are inhibited in your expression of all emotions. I can learn so much from you in that sense. You are our spirited one.
The other day you threw your first temper tantrum. You know what you want, and with all the focus and strength you have in your little 19 pound frame you go for it. With everything. Whether it's a power cord, a marker, or my arms in the middle of the night, you don't easily give up. I know someday I will love you even more than I do now for that.
When you get excited you start hee-ing and haw-ing and flapping your arms wildly. I need to start saving up now for your trips to Italy.
You love bananas, blueberries, rice cakes, carrots and cheerios. You could do without spinach, but we know what's best for you.
Every day you are getting stronger and more independent. It really shouldn't surprise me, but it does. Thus, the dilemma of a mommy - the loving and the letting go. It's already tearing me apart in the most beautiful and gut-wrenching ways.
I love you, always.
