You know how to wave now. I want to remember the first time I saw you wave! My heart. You were so happy and so proud and so sure of yourself.
You’re starting to stand for longer and longer stretches without holding on to anything, and it scares me. You’re not even 9 months old yet! I am proud and bewildered and worried all at the same time. Parenthood seems to run along these same simultaneous themes.
You love to dance and laugh and play. You’re a very happy little girl.
I want to remember the mornings when I’m getting ready and you’re eating your cheerios and dancing to whatever I have playing as I get ready.
You had your first strawberries this week and your first salmon. You’re really getting the hang of this eating thing. You love food more and more every day, and you’re eating three square meals a day.
You’re still not the best sleeper, but you’re getting better.
Bath time is getting trickier and trickier because you love to stand up in your little whale tub (which makes me have a heart attack every time). You love your bath toys (the book and octopus are your favorite).
You know how to undo the child locks on the entertainment center. If I hadn’t watched you do it a dozens times, I wouldn’t even believe it was possible. You’re so smart, little one.
You’re talking more and more every day.
You’re at this age where a lot of the onesies that were made at my baby shower are fitting you. Every time we put one on you, I just think of the sweet friend who lovingly drew on it for you, welcoming you into the world with their love and hopes and dreams.
This week your papa and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary, and we spent most of the night talking about what a wonderful year it has been. Becoming a family of three has brought us closer together and taught us both so much.
and then there were moments like this one: the end of a long, stressful day. We were playing music and just dancing. and life is built on moments like these. I wish the video showed the look of joy on your face, that big open mouthed grin.
The sweet simple joy of dancing with you, my love. It’s the stuff that dreams are made of.
You are so loved, my Beanshine, always,