month 9

dear snapper,

you’re nine months old now, and growing like a weed. a very very small weed, but a weed nevertheless.

your mobility is now a fact of life; no longer can we just put you down somewhere and rely on you to be there when we get back. at first it was your scrabbling around on your belly, but now you GO places and when you get there, you’re pulling yourself up onto things, even up to standing.

and yet, this new dalliance with the z-axis presents a whole new set of challenges:

1. finding you rolled over in your crib, now crawling around when you should be sleeping. daddy doesn’t know what he was thinking when he taught you how to roll over in the first place.


2. finding you kneeling in your crib when you should be sleeping. need i mention that this precipitated lowering of said crib?


3. finding you standing up in your crib, hanging onto the bars, and baby-talking “ATTICA! ATTICA!” as you bang your sippy cup against the rails. (ok, this didn’t actually happen. at least the sippy cup part. yet.)


4. baby bath time is now much more difficult, because you no longer want to lay there but insist on sitting up. which makes washing your hair more complicated. and which also makes washing your bum MUCH more complicated.

what’s a been a little bit concerning are the asthma attacks. you’ve had five or six in the span of three weeks, enough for us to be worried and take you to the doctor a couple of times. we even have a baby-sized inhaler for you, but haven’t used it yet. pray that we will never have to. a-mah reminded me that you daddy had asthma when he was young, but grew out of it. so hopefully you will too.

speaking of growing, when mommy was out of town, you suddenly decided to start eating TWICE AS MUCH FOOD as before. suddenly you started packing in two ramekins of baby food in a meal, and became a yogurt eating machine. now i have to count my fingers after every meal. and it’s not only yogurt, but it’s a whole cornucopia of things that i would never imagined that you’d like, and i certainly didn’t like until probably i was twenty times as old as you. things like: lentils, fava beans, yams, asparagus, and broccoli! i am continually astounded.

it both makes me so incredibly proud and super mushy when i see how much you’re growing every day. the other day in the bath, when you wanted not only to sit up but to stand up, and you determinedly grabbed onto the side of the baby tub, and then decided that wasn’t enough and lifted yourself up by the edge of the bathtub, stood up, and looked out, you smiled a great big smile— a smile not just of happiness, but of accomplishment.

i almost wept.

Posted at June 2, 2008 5:30 AM | TrackBack