Today you are nine months old. Way back before you were born, in a time I can barely remember, I had these grand plans of writing to you every month. It wasn’t necessarily going to be here but I thought that when you were older you might like to read about your early days and how much you changed our lives.
However, you had other plans. Your reflux, your lack of naps, the fact that there were days I found it hard enough to keep up with the washing never mind write to you meant that this never happened.
Now though, at nine months, a stage where you have been in the world almost as long as you were preparing for your entry I think its time for a bit of a catch up. Especially as in the last few weeks you have changed so much you are almost completely unlike the tiny baby you were before.
For a long time we wondered if you were ever going to move. Both Daddy and I spend ages on the floor with you dangling toys just out of your reach in an attempt to get you to roll over then suddenly one day boom you did it and there was no stopping you. From there on it was as though you raced to every milestone and both of us regretted the day we encouraged any moving! Gone were the days when you could go to the loo and come back and find you in the same prone position on the floor that we left you. You quickly discovered how to get from one end of the room to the other rolling but then suddenly that wasn’t enough. An empty fanta orange bottle saw you scuttling across the floor commando crawling to keep up with it. You suddenly realised that there was space and room beyond the small square in the lounge that had been your world until then. The kitchen, the hall, the bathroom and most thrilling of all the glass door to the outside were suddenly within your reach. My horrendous housekeeping suddenly seemed such a threat to you, hoovering now happens with alarming regularity. I remember laying on the floor with you one day and looking up and seeing the world from your perspective and realising how close things were to you and that weekend we spent a lot of time moving things up knowing that it wouldn’t be long before you would be pulling yourself up.
And indeed you were. Daddy had the shock of his life one morning when he walked into your room to find you standing, grinning at him from the bottom of the cot holding on to the edge.
And now that is all you want to do. So many of your toys now no longer hold interest for you. The sofa and the arm chair and your whisk are all you need.
Then today you managed to pull yourself up on the shelf to get to your books. A good sign I think that you are going to be as much of a reader that I am, I certainly hope so.
You laugh so readily, and it takes so little to make you smile. Now when you crawl off, still commando, to make mischief somewhere you stop every few “steps” to look behind, as if to say, I’m going you know, you won’t like it, but I’m going. Then the last stop before you reach your intended mischief area is longer, as if to judge whether you are going to get away with it or not. Today as I swept you away from a cable you laughed, you knew that you were chancing your arm but you gave it go anyway.
You have a little personality that is developing so fast I can barely believe it. You’re a sociable little chap but already its clear that you are such a boy. Your friend Alice babbles away to you, chatting nineteen to the dozen and all you have to interject in her breaks is a small Doh. Yet when you’re on your own you talk away and a few weeks ago I claimed your first word as Mama. (Although secretly I know your first one was beer months ago!)
Kissing is new, and I think possibly one of my favorite developments in the last couple of weeks. There is nothing like a drooly open-mouthed kiss from you as you try to mwah just like we do.
It’s all going so quickly, and whilst I can’t wait to see what you do next part of me wishes that you would just go a little slower. Give me time to catch up to the fact that my little baby is turning into such a little boy so fast.
Lots of love