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Baby Becca: Month 9

By Andrea

Dear Becca,

Yeah, I'm a week late this month - things are getting much busier around here and I don't think it's letting up any time soon. So sorry if this letter's a little bit short. It's actually OK because you've slowed up on the baby milestones front - still two teeth, still cruising the furniture, still babbling with BAs and GAs and MAs. As far as we can tell, your two favorite songs are "MMMBop" and "Barbara Ann," given how often you recite the lyrics. Daddy and I help out  by singing along, which you find funny.

Although, what don't you find funny? This month you learned an awesome new joke, which is to gnaw on a pacifier or toy and then hold it out to one of us. When we pretend to chew on it (with loud sound effects), you can't stop giggling. It seems like such an "advanced baby" thing to do that it makes me really happy. There are more: You crawl right up to me and pull up to standing holding onto only small folds of my pants. You pull both of your socks off in the few minutes it takes to drive from daycare home, and proudly wave your trophies in the air when Daddy or I come to get you. You have kind of a baby Afro because your flyaway hair is growing out, but it's not long enough to clip back. And you're just starting to feed yourself peach slices, bread, and pinto beans, which takes forever but makes all three of us very pleased with your progress.

Don't think you're a perfect baby, though. You have had three major poop incidents in the last week - we haven't seen those in a long time - including last night when you....well, as I have said before, let us never speak of it again. Being a mother sure teaches you how to hold your breath for a long time.

Really, though, this month you were easygoing and a barrel of laughs. Your new "Wiggly and Giggly" onesie says it all. At 9 months you've been on 4 roundtrip plane flights and to 3 weddings, and you've been a joy every time (except for ten really bad minutes on one of the flights.) I love this picture of you because it's how I think of you - eyes alert, hands ready to grab, and cuter than a box of kittens.

Love,
Mommy

Full post as published by Peanut Butter Burrito on October 21, 2008 (boomark / email).