Though I don’t quite believe it, you are ten months old now.
Ten months old, 24 lbs. 10 ounces, and 30.5 inches long. 100% amazing.
We love the way you’re becoming more of yourself, and sharing all the wonderful parts of what makes you YOU with us each day. Like, you’ve started making this scrunchy-nose smile where you bare your brand new teeth and how you’ll shake your head when you “dance.” You protest with a shriek when you want something, and especially when something you want gets taken away. Just last week I ran out with you and Meggie to the grocery store. You recognized the puffs when I grabbed them off the shelf, and when I put them into the cart instead of your hands, every shopper within two miles heard your disdain. We adore the way you’ve learned to stand up for yourself - you handle the role of baby sister so well.
|AV's "being in the sun" pose and scrunchy-face|
|love this look|
|eating grass in the sunshine|
|you still love chewing on bean bags...no surprise, the doctor confirmed your molars are coming in today...|
|I think she looks so grown up in these jam jams|
|on her actual 10 month birthday|
|sampling the TX grass|
|I just love how she sits.|
AND. You definitely say, “Mama!” now and know it’s me. At first I wasn’t sure if you really knew what you were saying because you’ve been saying “Dada” for at least two months now and every time you said it, I’d prompt you to say, “Mama? Mama?” You’d answer with an affirmative, “DaDA! DaDA!” But, a few days ago I noticed that you were babbling “mamamamamama...” I went to pick you up and said, “Mama?” And you repeated it back to me! Last night, then, you cried out from your crib (you’d flipped over onto your stomach and couldn’t get back over) and when I came to check on you, you squeaked, “Mama!” It happened again several more times today when you wanted me to pick you up. I’ve always felt like we have such a special connection, but now it’s really feeling like you’re communicating in a way I for sure can understand. I love hearing your sweet little voice.
|her crawling pose|
|a little girl in this big ole world|
|picking up everything|
I did try to give you cheese this month, but you broke out into a horrible rash all over your body. We had to take you to the Urgent Care clinic here, and they confirmed that you were having an allergic reaction to something you ate. The only new thing that day was mozzarella cheese, which seemed so strange to me. But, when we gave you cheese the next day - the same thing happened! Then, I gave you a little cracker with milk in it today and you had a similar, instantaneously reaction around your mouth. We’re staying away from dairy products now and are making you an appointment with the doctor to talk about allergy testing right away.
|poor, poor baby at the doctor's office - it was so sad. :(|
|"I love my valentine's day dress, Grammy!"|
"Wow! She looks just like a porcelain doll!!!" I think it comes from moments when you look just like this:
|so still and focused|
And as much as you love all these things, you do not love being in your high chair for long periods of time (meal times have become verrrry interesting), your exersaucer, or being spoon fed.
My Allie V, you make it easy to be a mama. And out of any baby that God could have given to us when we got pregnant, I’m so grateful and proud and tickled that he chose you. Daddy and I always tell each other how you’re so very tender, gentle. You enjoy cuddling with us in our bed, and are fascinated by the simplest things like the eye-lashes on our faces or a freckle on our legs. We love how much you teach us about observing this world in which we live, and how really to slow down in appreciation of our blessings. You’re my on-my-hip, barefeet, wide-eyed, blowing raspberries, summertime, easy-does-it, cuddle-bug, snuggle baby and I love you so much - and forever.