As of this month, you've officially lived outside of my body for just as long as you lived inside of my body. It's an unbelievable thought, to know that you have been alive, an actual part of me, for a whole 18 months.
That's a year and a half of knowing you, after a lifetime of waiting for you.
What a beautiful, uncertain, exciting year and a half it has been.
At nine months, you are filled with more energy than I ever thought possible. Your laugh is so crazy, so forced, so sweet. Other than your occasional tiny and natural giggle, you usually yell out a quick and scratchy "AH! HA! HA!" when you think something is funny. And it cracks me up. I have learned to laugh right along with you, this special and silly way that you laugh.
You are a hide-and-seek and peek-a-boo expert, starting the game multiple times a day, on your very own.
This month, we've learned that grains are not for you. At least, not yet. Maybe we'll try again next summer.
You are certainly not the most patient baby, but I should have anticipated that, huh? You take after your parents, I'm afraid. But we're working on it together, all three of us.
You sign for "more" when we are eating meals, and you understand words like "music" "nurse" "Daddy" "outside" "where's Addi?" "no ma'am" and "dance"
You are proud of yourself when you pull up and stand on your own, and when you dance on your own.
While I'm in the kitchen, you are always crawling under my feet and climbing up my legs, asking to be held.
Your way of greeting us when we wake up in the morning, or pick you up, is to slap us out of pure happiness. You get so excited that you can't help but hit us on the shoulders, chest, and face. Over and over and over again, until you feel like your joy is sufficiently conveyed to us.
As a result of this (and quite a few scratches) we are diligently working on the word "gentle" and teaching you what it means.
You have started eating your banana and avocado 'like a big girl' in small chunks... Practicing picking them up and getting them successfully into your mouth. Some of your favorite foods are egg yolk, sweet potato, banana, squash, and raw, grass-fed butter. You aren't a fan of raw yogurt, but I'm not giving up very easily, and your feelings about apples and carrots change each day.
Our prayer over you, this month, is that you grow to be kind. Kind to people you know, kind to people you don't know, and kind to them whether or not you like them. It is something that your Daddy and I work towards daily, but I know that it is what God has asked of our family. So, we press on in the discipline of our own behavior, praying that we will be parents that show you what true kindness and true love really looks like.
Happy mine months, sweetheart.
I love you so much that it physically
hurts, sometimes.
Love, Mama
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