the wonder of a 9-month old
I miss writing daily, and I feel a more than a bit bad that I don’t keep at my writing like I want to. I also know that I have an awful lot on my plate right now, and I need to be more gentle with myself. I am a full-time Mom, and I am also working full-time. And there are really only tiny glimpses of a work/life balance for me after 9+ months into my parenting journey.
Because I am so easily sucked into the exhaustion void, I have very left in me at the end of the day to write. To even think, really. Let’s be honest… by 7:00 p.m. my mind is basically mush.
But I feel this urgency to stop everything and really pause and take in the moment. My kid is 9 months old. Well, 9 and a half months, really. And there are a million little new wonders and discoveries in her world every day, and it’s pretty much the most amazing thing I have every experienced in my 35 years watching her navigate LIFE as a curious, fearless, funny, and bold 9-month old girl.
Every day she is learning new things, taking in new experiences, comprehending more and more. This month alone she is crawling on her hands and knees more and more, especially for short distances. Long distances she resorts to the army crawl because she is faster that way still. She is clapping her hands together in delight. She is banging toys together. She wants to know and understand how everything moves, and once she figures it out, she wants to move it all by herself — like her glider, swing, dining room chairs, bathroom door, etc. She figured out how to whistle through her bottom teeth. She pulls up on anything and everything — the coffee table, couch, end table, her basket of books, her crib railing, her bouncy seat… you name it. And she’s figuring out how to grab onto two different surfaces to get the best purchase to pull herself up (hard wood floors present some slippery difficulties). One hand on her fabric storage bin of toys with the other hand on the side of the couch. She is suddenly very fond of electronics and wants my phone if I’m talking on it. She knows how to turn on the iPod and the PlayStation and the music on her bouncy seat. Electrical cords and outlets and really anything dangerous brings her so much joy. She keeps us on our toes.
She waves hello and goodbye. She cocks her head to the side when she’s thinking about something. She throws her head back with her mouth wide open when she is particularly pleased with something she’s just done. She makes all sorts of jabbering noises that sound like real conversations in her very own language. There’s lots of dadadadada along with baa, gaa, yaa, paa, blaa, yay. Just no mamamamama yet. Soon enough.
My gal is also teething hardcore right now. Just waiting for those top two front teeth to make their appearance. It’s been a long and steady teething progression over the past several months, but it really came to the forefront (heh heh) this week. It looks like those teeth are right there, about to erupt (hate that word). She has definitely been a trooper through all this, dealing with a bit of fever yesterday and a runny nose with congestion today. I could tell she was experiencing some discomfort tonight when I was nursing her before bed because she stopped nursing suddenly and grabbed my finger and jammed it her mouth. And smiled when she chomped down. Oh, she is a clever one. She then told me all about her teething woes and I opened my mouth and showed her my teeth and told her what was coming. And she really listened and took it all in and then jabbered back to me while taking her hand and feeling my teeth with all of her drooly wet fingers. And when she was thoroughly satisfied with the scope of her investigation, she took her hand away. And stopped and just stared at me for a good 10 seconds. Then she sighed, threw her head back, and let out a long baby dragon call.
And then she leaned forward and got very close to my face and exhaled her wonderful 9-month old baby breath all over me. And then let out the loudest belch I’ve ever heard from anyone that close to my face. It was ferocious.
That’s my girl.
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