There is a new look in your eyes, a new awareness of the world. You’re growing in leaps and bounds.
You swung from your first swing this month in a park by Aunt Tete’s house. You smiled and laughed and even shifted your weight back and forth, projecting yourself even higher into the sky. I have a sneaking suspicion you are going to love the park.
Food is your favorite thing. You’ve gone from eating two ounces at a meal to eating between six and eight ounces. You know how to get down on some Cheerios. You will still eat anything, even the tofu/beet/spinach puree I made for you. You are like a baby bird, mouth open, chirping for more. Sometimes you cry between bites, frustrated I can’t feed you faster.
You are making more and more noises, each one cuter than the last. One of them sounds an awful lot like a string of, “dadadada.” Your papa has been trying to get you to stop at two.
One Saturday morning, while I was making breakfast and you sat on the floor playing with daddy, you decided to pop-up to your knees and crawl across the kitchen. Once you started you didn’t stop. Grandma was here and you two were in the living room. She called to me and I came in to see you pulling yourself up to standing on the yellow chair. I was also just in time to catch you as you pitched backward. Army crawling is a thing of the past, you have your sights set on walking.
Toward the end of the month you were a little quieter than usual, a little slower to smile. I wondered what it could be and then saw it! Your first tooth, proudly sitting on the lower left side of your mouth.
All these milestones are making me cling to you a little tighter, hold you a little longer. My heart melts when you crawl across the room to yank on the leg of my pants.
Sleep is still hard, you love to such your thumb, you are determined to stand and reach for whatever you can.
I love you to the Milky Way and back.