The funny thing about having a nine-month-old is that you’ve had exactly as much time to bond with your small human inside of you as you’ve had with her outside of you. It’s mind boggling to think that the sesame seed you tracked at six weeks is now a 20-lb magnificent little person.
Lila, you have truly come into your own personality these days. I think that above anything else, you are remarkably intentional. It’s fascinating to watch you decide what to do next, where to go, and what to pick up. You are constantly on the move — inquisitive and expressive — with little regard for conformity. You never let social graces keep you from shrieking with joy in a restaurant, or taking a nap at a party.
I love watching you crawl around new places, exploring your surroundings as you process the world with boundless curiosity. You take off independently, but then pause and glance back at me occasionally, making eye contact as reassurance that you’re ok to keep going.
You’re responsive to “No!” and turn when we say your name. You sign for “more” and sometimes clap with us. You are a champ at feeding yourself and still haven’t turned away from anything. Recent experiments have been with grapefruit, watermelon, olives, cherries and scrambled eggs.
You love: sitting in your high chair, your outdoor swing, when dad flips you upside down to play and climbing all over the dogs. You’re slowly adjusting to your new car seat and are sleeping about 11 hours at night. You have one tooth partially in and make a hilarious pouty lip as a result. You are known as the favorite in your daycare class where your teachers apologize to us for spoiling you (we’re ok with it).
You were a huge fan of bath time until lately; now I think you’re too tired for it most nights, although you still love splashing. You sleep on your tummy and are teetering very closely to pulling yourself up from sitting. You chatter and shriek all day, and are making all sorts of fun sounds. You do not, however, like going to bed. A Wubbanub helps.
This month was your first weekend alone with dad while I was out of town and you both did great. Your dad adores you and is hands-on with everything, even when it means using his shirt as a mask while changing your diapers.
Watching you grow is a wonderful experience. I am thankful every day for the magic you bring into our lives, and the privilege of being your mom.