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We have officially reached your 9th month of life outside the womb! It has certainly been an adventurous journey. You, of course, continue to delight me with your smiles and joy. Your whole being screams joy and happiness!
I’ve discovered that your hair texture is much more like mine than Papas. Your interest and level of engagement with all of us is incredibly high. I love watching you and your brother play ‘chase’ around the house, when I get to hear the excited screams and laughter you both make. I know the two of you are already having so much fun together and I’m excited to see the two of you play even more as you’re more and more able to do things on your own.
Speaking of which, the command you seem to have over your body already really astounds me. Papa and I both think it’s incredibly interesting how you often seem to know when you need to pee and instead of peeing on us, you’ll squirm and grunt until we put you down. At which point, you calmly pee and then go about your way. And, you seem to know your limitations, or rather the risks you are willing to take. You don’t often try to climb down off the bed or sometimes even the couch. Instead, you’ll hang you head way over, just staring at the floor beneath you. And, once you determine that either the floor will not come up to meet you, nor will the toy you dropped fly back into your hands, you proceed to play elsewhere on the bed or couch, steering clear of the edges.
This isn’t to say, of course, that you’ve never fallen off the bed. It’s only happened a few times and usually while in the midst of playing so hard you didn’t notice you were near the edge and my reaction was too slow.
You tolerate how rough your brother can sometimes be so very very well. I’m often more concerned when your brother starts jumping and wanting to carry you somewhere. You, though, seem to take these things in stride. That’s ok with me. The longer I’m mothering the two of you, the more I realize I am surely the mom of boys. And, truthfully, I’m really ok with that.
I wouldn’t have it any other way anyway, for both you and your brother are blessings in my life. I know sometimes I might seem burdened by your or your brother. I’m really not, you both simply requires tons of attention. I work at being better. Just as I’m constantly working at balancing the both of you. I try not to carry much guilt about the time we don’t get, just you and me. Most importantly though, you enhance my life in ways I never really understood possible.
To see you grow and change before my very eyes, on a near daily basis, continues to both amaze and leave me breathless. Sometimes I truly don’t know how I was granted this life with you, your brother, and your Papa. All I know is that we were all meant for one another. And, I hope to bestow this gift of knowing what’s unknowable to you.
Also, if truth be told, I’m afraid for you to actually start walking. All of this cruising around you’ve been doing for a couple of months is fun to watch. It’s also exhausting. Seeing the amount of energy and tenacity you have already gives me a small peek into the future.
Yet, as all things in motherhood, I know the time is coming when you’ll stop cruising and start walking. I can see the preparations you’re making already. You love to have someone hold your hand and you take small steps beside them. You get such a look of accomplishment and excitement on your face. And those squeals of joy are immeasurable. I also see how you will try to stand and balance yourself in different ways and with less and less grabbing and holding onto things. It seems one of your favorite things continues to be standing.
Also putting random things in your mouth!
And now, you’ve become so much more interested in the foods we’re eating. You have always wanted to be close during mealtimes, often preferring to be on the lap of your Papa or I. Now though, you actually want to be at the table and will hurry over to the table. We’ve started to give you a few things to try out. I wanted you to start trying more solids when you got some teeth, but alas you barely have your two front teeth buds!
As usual, your excitement and the way your face lights up when you get a little something to taste on your tray is fun! And, through the entirety of dinner, there you sit, right alongside us and stuff little pieces of food in your mouth. I love to see how you use your whole hand to get something in your mouth, often covering your nose and face with whatever foods. I enjoy watching you work to manipulate the foods you’re given and the look of expectation when you think you’re out of food.
Yet, you’re still strongly nursing as often as you can. As your mother, I’m grateful you’re nowhere near ready to begin weaning. I love seeing your eyes when we nurse or watching you grab for my face for us to look at one another. I love that you remain gentle in your nursing, even as you have started twisting and turning, trying out whatever new positions you’ve just created! We have a special bond which is so very sacred to me. I had it with your brother, too. And, having the chance to experience it again warms my heart in ways only mothers can know.
Sweet, sweet boy, know that you are wonderful and awesome in your own right. I love you so dearly and believe you a great blessing and joy in my life.