The Adventures of Sloane

Thursday, February 14, 2008

10 Months: The Valentines Edition

Dear Lolli -

Tomorrow, you'll be ten months old. I can't believe we've made it this far. By "we," I mean your daddy and I because you can make it as far as you wish based on sheer will alone.

This month, you've progressed from being a baby to showing lots of signs of being a toddler. You can crawl at breathtaking speeds and do so to reach anything and everything, especially things that you are not supposed to be in to. You can pull yourself up to a standing position and now that you've mastered this neat trick, you are not even remotely amused at sitting still. You must stand. All. The. Time. Even to the point where you are flopping over from exhaustion, but you'll still pull yourself up to standing just as if to say, "see? I can do it, mommy." You have started standing without holding on to things for a few moments here and there and taking steps.

Let's talk about that will power, shall we? You are showing quite a little stubborn streak and a bit of a temper, too. When I complain to your daddy about what a stubborn mule you can be, he just laughs and asks me from where I think that lovely trait came. You want what you want and you want it when you want it. I can certainly understand that, because that's how I think too. You are more and more like me every day. The beautiful part of it all is that you are so charming when you are demanding, that I eventually end up laughing. You have both your daddy and me wrapped around your little, chubby finger.

Your daddy and I have a system. He gets his special alone time with you in the mornings, getting you up, fed, snuggled and dressed for the day. Sometimes, he forgets to turn off the monitor and I can hear him, in your room at the crack of dawn, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you giggle and say "dadada, dadada, bah, bah, bah." It makes my heart hurt with all the love I feel listening to the two of you. My two favorite people in the whole, wide world.

My special time is bedtime. After your bath, you and I settle in to the rocking chair in your room, and I give you your bottle and drink in the smell of your head and try to eat your sweet cheeks. You drink your bottle and stroke my arm or my cheek with your little fingers. Then, you fall asleep in my arms and I breathe your sweet, slightly sour milky breath and hold you just a bit tighter and a bit longer than I should. Because this is the most special time of all. I know in a few days, I'll blink and you'll be going off to college and thinking about how totally uncool I am, but I'll always have these moments with you, my little Valentine.

Sloane, you are everything and all things to me and to your daddy - you're our light and our joy.

your mommy


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