Friday, August 19, 2011

A Woman in her Thirties is Nine Months

Dear Pookies,

This month has been one of lots of photos. Here are a few of my favorites:The past month has been all about movement. You've figured out how to get from sitting to your belly, and from your belly to pretty much wherever you want to get to in the house. I wouldn't call this crawling, per se. It's more dragging. It's a good thing we have hard wood floors. Often I will leave you in one place and find you in quite another, like under the coffee table:

Where you are exceedingly proud of yourself. Don't worry, Spunkies. Childproofing is coming soon.

Yet despite all this movement, you are still not all that excited about feeding yourself. While other babies your age are shoving anything and everything into their mouths, you are more selective with what you do with your hands:

You could pass the same blade of grass from hand to hand for hours if I let you, that's how intent you are with your examination of things. Preparing for a career in surgery, perhaps? Just a suggestion. Either way, you aren't all that interested in putting things in your mouth.

This is not to say that you don't eat. A lot. I sent this picture out to my girls a few days ago with the caption 'Sexiest legs in Pleasantville.' True, no?Enjoy it, Pookie. You and I worked hard for those dimples.

A woman in her thirties knows that while physical milestones are important, it's the emotional ones that are much... muchier (to paraphrase one of my favorite lines from Alice in Wonderland). You've been smiling and laughing for awhile now, but this month it's different. You think sitting in your high chair is funny. You think Dan is hilarious, particularly in the morning. You can stare at your Ye Ye for extended periods of time, just giggling away. What is so funny, huh?

I guess if I reflect on the last month and all that it's brought us, I see that while you might not be ready to shove a spoon into your mouth, you have developed a love for the world. A woman in her thirties might talk a lot about enjoying every moment, but you, Pookers, actually do it. Sometimes I get so worried about comparing you to other babies or protecting you from what's coming next that I forget that is one of the most important lessons you'll learn in life.

You are developing exactly the way you are supposed to. You bring me so much joy every single day that sometimes I think I might burst with it all. You are much... muchier than anything I could have asked for. You are the muchiest nine month old in the world.



  1. Ahhh! I LOVE that girl! And can't wait to see her again! BTW...enjoy her not feeding herself while it lasts...there is nothing like a little one that insists on feeding herself, all the while managing to get yogurt EVERYWHERE, head to toe:)

  2. I can't wait till she starts feeding herself Daniels Food. THAT'S gonna be Awesome.

    She is so so so so cute. Love her.

  3. Most photogenic baby ever! Adorable... Love her! (PS Ella just saw me looking at this post and said, "hey! That's Anna Dabana! Sooooo cute!"

    I agree. :)

  4. Can't wait to meet this little one. She is A-DOR-ABLE!! and can't wait to see you again soon. Has it really been 9 months?!?

  5. We could use a surgeon in the group. Just sayin'. I think Mason's going to have a thing for the intellectual hotties... we could arrange that now... :)

  6. That photo of Anna picking a winner makes me laugh every. single. time. I miss that girl something awful!