You cheerfully weathered our transition from an apartment in San Francisco to a home in suburban Walnut Creek. I, in a dramatic sleep deprived state, felt like your entire childhood was slipping through my fingers while I left each day to work on our house. When I returned each day it was your brother who gobbled up what little time there was with the two of you. In the process you began to take bottles and now, almost overnight it seemed, you no longer breastfeed.
Still, through it all, you were all smiles and full of secrets of all that you had learned and experienced throughout each day. And, spending so much time away left me with a renewed sense of gratitude for all of the time I do get to spend with you and your brother in our regular, every day life together.
The biggest headline from your tenth month here on planet earth - you perfected the art of crawling! Before crawling you had developed an adorable, and unique form of movement that was all your own - swiveling on your butt while your feet spun your small self around and around. And then, in early March this just wasn't enough. You were itching to crawl and would lean down on your hands reaching out for more.
The first weekend of March 8th marked the beginning of true crawling. Your Auntie Annika was visiting and I will never forget one evening with all of us sitting around you while you prepared yourself for crawling and simply had the time of your life while all eyes were on you allowing you to shine in the spotlight. This was your moment!
It was way past your bedtime but every molecule in your body was buzzing. You laughed, rocked, went from a crawling position to sitting, laughed, and moved about on the carpet as we snapped photos of you and basked in your "I am alive!" glow. I think you knew you were on the verge of something big. And, sure enough.. Two days later you were a girl on the go.
You are now unstoppable. Each morning after gobbling up a bottle you lean out of my arms so you can move. You explore every corner of our new, rather large, playroom. You move happily from toy to toy and have started seriously messing up someone's railroad tracks. And, you put everything in your mouth. Well, what I mean to say, is that you try and eat everything - papers, tiny pieces of god knows what on the floor, anything you can get your hands on.
Your curiosity knows no bounds and spills out as far as we all let it. You will crawl off the edge of the bed, out the front door, off of your changing table, and anywhere gravity will allow. Caution is not yet part of your vocabulary. Not in the least bit.
And, you seem to find the world both hilarious and exciting. You take most of it in with good cheer and aplomb. A mere glance from one of us can elicit deep belly laughs with eyes and arms raised upwards. On most mornings you begin the day giggling and cooing when the door opens and you know bottle and the wide open floor are just moments away.
But, as I have mentioned before you are not all giggles and sweetness. You mainly are, 95% I would reckon. The 5% is your hell cat side. When you are not happy you let us all know with loud shrieks and protests. You make yourself into a formidable force and stomp around until your need is met.
All of this to say that you are your own little person. You are not getting lost in the busy fold of second child pace of life, or overshadowed by a certain bright light we all know and love. We are all getting to know you and love you more each day. You are our baby Abes, baby wavy, and Avy - full of mischief and light, and up for just about anything. All of us, including your brother, would do just about anything for you, already.
We can't wait to see what is next. I have a feeling it is going to be good.
We love you,
Mamma
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