Month Ten

Dear Baby Girl,

It's been an interesting month. I would probably look back on your tenth month with loving adoration if I did not have this website to go back and read.  Since I do have this site to go back and read, I will see that your tenth month of life was spent...well....whining and crying mostly.

You've become well acquainted within the last few weeks with your new bestest friend in the whole wide world. That friend's name is Separation Anxiety. You are inseparable and you think that your new friend is the next best thing to sliced bread. This has made life as Mommy knows it a living hell.

I can no longer  do things like walk into another room, think about walking into another room or look at another room without your sensing it and crying at the absurdity of the notion.  You've become an added appendage to my body, affixed to my left hip at all times. I wouldn't be surprised If I began to walk with a slight swagger from the added 20 pounds on my side. This? This is hard. This is a hard phase and it is making Mommy NOT enjoy being a mommy right now. All I can do is try to remember that this will not last forever. That there will be some day in the future when all I want to do is carry you from room to room to room on my hip and glance down at the top of your tiny blonde head.

Your soldier crawl has advanced somewhat as you have begun to supplement the move with actual crawling on your hands and knees. You will go a few beats crawling like a normal person and then fall down on your belly and resume your elbow soldier crawl as if you are in some sort of basic training obstacle course running through our living room with invisible barbed wire fence and enemy flood lights scanning the area over your head. Thank god I refuse to outfit my children in camouflage. Have you seen  the awful pink camo that little girls will wear? I mean they aren't buying it, right? Someone is buying that crap for them.

Hey little girl, you sure do love to eat. Forget baby food. You have no patience for it. You'd rather happily chew on a breadstick, or a stick of string cheese, or a fish stick for crying out loud. One night not long ago, Mommy had ordered take out. There was a cardboard box on the dining room table, sitting pretty close to the edge that contained a variety of grease laden bar food (chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, fries, etc) and as I walked past, with you on my hip (of course) you reached right out with your chubby liitle hand and swiped a potato wedge right out of the box. It was not until maybe 30 seconds later that I looked down and saw that you had already eaten half of the wedge. Your little face and hand shiny with BAR FOOD GREASE.  I was at once horrified and proud of you. 

As for sleeping? Well, lets just say that you sure are CONSISTANT. Ten months now and really still not sleeping through the night. I'd say you sure stick to your guns when you have decided on something, and that can't be a bad thing, right? Right?! You are up usually just once. I had to take the bumper off of your crib as you had begun to untie all of the bows at night and during your nap. Wouldn't you know? That bumper held more purpose than just protecting your little head from banging against the crib rails. It HELD YOUR BINKY IN THE CRIB.  One of my new pastimes is retrieving your binky from the floor beside your crib 100 times before you drift off to sleep. Good times, Sweetie. Good times.

Goals for Month Eleven? More Sleep! More Hair! Less Mobility! Less CRYING!

You can do it!

I Love you, my Little Pun-kin Bootsie Baby Girl.

Mommy xoxo

Comments

[Pamalamadingdong]

oh yes,..my noah was an eater like that. He really eat much baby food either...he was ALL about the grown up food. Potatoe wedges were a favourite of his...alas we now live in a wedgie free land....*sigh*

[Mom]

Happy Ten Months, Baby JuJu. Nana loves and misses you. Come and see me this weekend so we can dance!
Love and Hugs and Smooches on your chubby cheeks,
Nana xxx ooo

[AL]

I can't remember when I started reading, but I think it was at month five. Wow . . . time has gone by fast! Now, my littest one is five months old.

Happy 10 months, may month 11 bring you sleep!

[Jazzy]

Happy birthday baby girl. Yes, I keep telling myself the same thing, this too shall pass, eventually. Agh! Hang in there.

[Shann]

I hear the separation anxiety tapers off around 18 months...according to Baby Center...however, it only lasted a few weeks max with my boys, so don't panic. In the meantime, throw some glitter in her hair and tell everyone she's your new fashion accessory!