Month 10 - The Girls Stands Alone
Happy ten months, Little One.
Do you realize you are edging toward toddlerhood, and do you realize that I have been cuddling and kissing you relentlessly while I still can? In a few short weeks, I can tell you will be taking your first stpes, and then it's all over for awhile, as far as me getting a chance to carry you around or just have you snuggled in my arms while you settle down or drink a bottle.
For now, I am reveling in you growing and babbling and crawling toward me and using me as a jungle gym. I am watching the moments as they happen, and I am aware of the fact that the moments will be gone right .. there, there's one gone.
This last week, I watched you figure out that the sticks we use in music class are really for banging together or banging on the ground, rather than as a couple of chew toys. I watched you levitate in time to the music while sittiing on the ground. I listen to you try and match both your brother's babble and the volume. I watched your hair grow and start to curl around your eyebrows a mere two weeks after I cut the bangs. I watched your eyes turn even more green-blue. I watched the first three of your teeth pop through your gums all at once. I watched you eschew baby food in jars for bite-sized big people food at all meals. I watched you grow out of shirts and pants.
I watched you sleep.
I listened to you say "mama" for the first time when you weren't upset or humgry; you just wanted to find me, so you crawled around on the floor and called out for me, and then grinned your still (nearly) toothless grin when I popped my head from around a corner.
I watched you put a crayon in your hand and try to make lines on construction paper (though you still prefer using these objects mainly as chewing devices).
I watched you finger paint for the first time, then watched as you got anxious and tried crawling up my legs with hands full of green, blue, red, and purple glitter paint.
I watched you figure out how to open a book and (sometimes successfully) turn the pages. This led to me watching you (finally) get really excited about all the books you see your brother with.
I watch you watching Kane, and how you are memorizing his every move. You adore him.
And I adore you. I never thought having a daughter would be so much fun. I thought I wouldn't be able to contribute to your happiness, because I wasn't a typical girl, and I didn't like typical girl things. But you, by virtue of your brother, I think, aren't a typical girl, either. You prefer trains and trucks and things that make noise, over dolls. That's not to say you don't love your Grover and Cookie Monster plush toys in your crib; I hear you talking to them when you go to bed and night, and when you wake up in the morning sometimes. You also love Kane's stuffed cat, and grab it and shove its face in your face as you smile.
You growl like .. well, like everyone else in the Tagami family. To hear it coming out of your little cherubic face is hilarious.
You give me reason every day to smile and thank whatever it is that brought you here.
Do you realize you are edging toward toddlerhood, and do you realize that I have been cuddling and kissing you relentlessly while I still can? In a few short weeks, I can tell you will be taking your first stpes, and then it's all over for awhile, as far as me getting a chance to carry you around or just have you snuggled in my arms while you settle down or drink a bottle.
For now, I am reveling in you growing and babbling and crawling toward me and using me as a jungle gym. I am watching the moments as they happen, and I am aware of the fact that the moments will be gone right .. there, there's one gone.
This last week, I watched you figure out that the sticks we use in music class are really for banging together or banging on the ground, rather than as a couple of chew toys. I watched you levitate in time to the music while sittiing on the ground. I listen to you try and match both your brother's babble and the volume. I watched your hair grow and start to curl around your eyebrows a mere two weeks after I cut the bangs. I watched your eyes turn even more green-blue. I watched the first three of your teeth pop through your gums all at once. I watched you eschew baby food in jars for bite-sized big people food at all meals. I watched you grow out of shirts and pants.
I watched you sleep.
I listened to you say "mama" for the first time when you weren't upset or humgry; you just wanted to find me, so you crawled around on the floor and called out for me, and then grinned your still (nearly) toothless grin when I popped my head from around a corner.
I watched you put a crayon in your hand and try to make lines on construction paper (though you still prefer using these objects mainly as chewing devices).
I watched you finger paint for the first time, then watched as you got anxious and tried crawling up my legs with hands full of green, blue, red, and purple glitter paint.
I watched you figure out how to open a book and (sometimes successfully) turn the pages. This led to me watching you (finally) get really excited about all the books you see your brother with.
I watch you watching Kane, and how you are memorizing his every move. You adore him.
And I adore you. I never thought having a daughter would be so much fun. I thought I wouldn't be able to contribute to your happiness, because I wasn't a typical girl, and I didn't like typical girl things. But you, by virtue of your brother, I think, aren't a typical girl, either. You prefer trains and trucks and things that make noise, over dolls. That's not to say you don't love your Grover and Cookie Monster plush toys in your crib; I hear you talking to them when you go to bed and night, and when you wake up in the morning sometimes. You also love Kane's stuffed cat, and grab it and shove its face in your face as you smile.
You growl like .. well, like everyone else in the Tagami family. To hear it coming out of your little cherubic face is hilarious.
You give me reason every day to smile and thank whatever it is that brought you here.
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