Nine (and a half)- Month Letter

Dear Baboo,

You’re about nine and a half months old today, and as I sit here, watching you play (with one of the many horrible loud plastic toys you’ve been gifted *smile*), I am again amazed by you.

You can stand unassisted for a few second now. You cruise along furniture (or whatever is handy) and can climb up on small boxes if given the chance. You cut two new teeth last week… the second one coming about three days after the first. This time around, you were quite a bit cranky while you worked to get those teeth to break through. You amaze me (and others) by how content you are. You’ve started letting me use the bathroom on my own with little fanfare, and for that I’m grateful.

I think you’ve finally said your first official word. Though you’ve been making “mama” sounds for quite a while now, I don’t think you’re really connecting the word “mama” with the person mama (me). However, each morning you wake up, sit yourself up, and proclaim “cat” (or there abouts) while smiling at and reaching for the nearest feline. You *are* your mother’s son.

I’m looking forward to spring time and the nice weather that accompanies it. I can’t wait to take long walks with you and your Papa, and I can’t wait to take you to one of the local parks to play.

I love you, sweet one.

Love,
Mama