10 months- September 2, 2011
The other day I watched you walk, WALK halfway across the living room, reach into a storage bin of toys, pull out the toy you wanted, and sit down to play with it.
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You walking with a (plastic) coat hanger. You love coat hangers, go figure.
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What?! Surely you can’t be the same little squishy, pink creature who first opened her eyes and could hardly grab my finger in the hospital 10 months ago, but you are.
I know I say it every month, but you have been amazing! It was an eventful month for you, Miss C. You went to the beach. You got your first two teeth. You graduated to the “Older Infants” class at school. You took your first steps.
It’s funny. You will take five little unsteady steps, plop down on your booty, and then crawl the rest of the way to your destination of choice. This is usually a place Daddy and I would prefer you avoid, as you attempt to play with something we’d just assume you never touch.
Usually you like to swat, grab, or pull up on Ginger. Your dog is one tough little trooper! She graciously lets you pull her fur as Daddy and I say, “No Charlotte! Be gentle with your doggie!” You get so excited when you see Ginger and she gets so excited when you get in your highchair so she can clean up the inevitable mess around you.
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Ginger says “Drop it! Drop it, please!” I’m not sure why you’re out-of-sorts here.
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I’ve dubbed meal times as “60/40 events”. I would say about 60% of the finger foods you attempt end up on the floor. I think about 40% gets in your belly. We’re still feeding you Stage 3 baby food as well, but you are seriously more interested in feeding yourself puffs, cheese, veggies, deli meat, pasta, and with persuasion, bananas.
Daddy and I are so proud of you and all your little milestones. You’re such a good baby. We count our blessings everyday and thank God you are a healthy, strong child.
I love you, my darling, darling girl.
Love,
Mama
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