Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Month 10

Dear Sophie,
Today you are ten months old. You are getting bigger, doing more and becoming yourself more, every single day. Every day you exhibit more personality, are less of a baby and more of a little girl. Sometimes you're sweet and charming, a born flirt. Sometimes you get frustrated and get a temper. Sometimes you just want to go, to go and explore, to go and play, to just go for the sake of going. It wasn't that long ago when you couldn't go.
You no longer like to hold still. Ever. This includes when your diaper is being changed and when you are getting dressed. Baths have quickly become your favorite thing, you love to splash and play with your toys and touch the water as it comes out of the spout. The other day you accidentally turned the shower on and it scared you, which was pretty funny for me but kind of traumatizing for you.
You eat lots of things now. Waffles, pancakes, black beans, rice, any little tidbits off of my plate. You had coleslaw the other day and liked it. Which is good, because your dad and I don't like it and somebody should. I know you're done eating when you start giving your food to the dogs.
I love spending time with you. You're one of my favorite people, and you make it so very easy to fall head over heels with you.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Dancing queen.

Just, um, don't watch the very end. Stop at 24 seconds or so.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

Monday, March 09, 2009

Dancing on the ceiling.

Apparently there is caffeine in iced tea.
Who knew?

Tuesday, March 03, 2009


What a crazy baby looks like first thing in the morning.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Month 9

Dear Sophie,

Today, you are nine months old. Well, kind of. February was a pretty short month, so I kind of improvised. So it's March 1, and I'm counting today as your 9 month birthday.

Today, you have been out experiencing the world for as long as you were inside me. It seems so strange to me that I have only known you for nine months, not even a year. It seems much to short, and yet I can't believe that you are nine whole months old.
This month, you suddenly got a lot more coordinated. You are the master of the pincer grip! You are the crawler! The stander! Just yesterday you stood up and let go, and stayed standing for at least a minute. It was as if you woke up one morning and said to yourself, Today it the Day that I will Master Hand-Eye Coordination. And you did.
You eat more finger foods, some Lil' Crunchies and Pinwheels made by Gerber, and some pastas and organic Cheerios that aren't really Cheerios that your dad gets mad me for calling Cheerios because they're not (even though they taste the same, are made from organic whole grains and are cheaper). He's just an all-around killjoy. You also like bananas and avocados, which a couple months ago you hated. You love yogurt, and I buy you the Yo-Baby as well as a yogurt juice from Gerber. What can I say? They send me coupons.
This month, you had your first Valentine's Day. Your dad and I bought you a card, and read it to you, and stored it away in your red box, where we put all of your little memories.

Nights are still hit-or-miss. You are starting to get your 8th tooth (this one is the 4th on the bottom) and it's poking out but not all the way. Whenever you are teething you don't sleep as well. Yesterday we went to a baby shower for one of your Dad's friend's wives, and there was a boy there who was 18 months old, and he only had 2 teeth.
You went to your 9 month appointment at the doctor's, and he says that you are perfect. He looked all over your head, messing up your hair, and you got mad and started to cry. I think you cried more when he looked through your hair than you did when you got your shots.
This month your Dad got you a big girl bathtub, a duck that quacks when you squeeze its beak. You love being able to sit up and play in the tub, but your favorite thing is when I run the water to rinse you off. You reach over and try to catch the water as it comes out of the spigot, and laugh as it runs in a waterfall over your fingers. You are such a happy baby, it is so very easy to fall head over heels in love with you. You smile with your eyes, and open your mouth so very wide when you smile and laugh. And you're my little smiling baby, all happy and sweet.
21 lbs & 7 oz, 28 inches.
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