Saturday, June 19, 2010
A cardinal number, nine plus one
Today my big little steamrolling handful, today you are ten months old.
This last month has just been huge.
About a week ago you started crawling. And now you crawl like the devil is chasing you.
You've also started standing up, although you still do the toe-point thing. And while that's helpful in ballet, it hampers you in the balance department. But still, you pull up and stand at every opportunity.
We got you an inflatable pool and you splash and crawl furiously around the inside perimeter. You also spend a lot of time flattening the sides and patting the ground and reaching for things just outside your grasp.
Wherever you are is not as interesting as where you might be.
I'd say you've inherited this grass-is-greener attitude from me, but for one thing: Being a city baby, you have very little contact with it. And when you do, you freak out. Grass is creepy.
And you notice everything. Everything.
I painted my toenails blue during your nap yesterday. When I picked you up, you looked down, and did that bulgy-eyed "the hell?" thing that you do when something is new. And then you insisted on feeling them.
You kind of suck in the eating department lately. You spend a lot more time slapping the spoon away and banging the tray than you do eating.
You like Cheerios, but you're suspicious of just about everything other finger food we put on your tray. Cheese, for example? Weird.
Cheese in a jar, though? Yum. Don't tell Dad I let you try some yesterday. I think the Costco lady was a little surprised.
But! On a positive food note!
We've discovered that you love, absolutely love, pupusas and tamales. You will share them with Dad but you can also eat them all by yourself and oh, rapture! You shove the bits in your mouth by the fistful.
You often say "Mama!" when you see me in the morning or when I come home at night, which makes me certain you know I'm Mama. But then sometimes you say it to the rug or the bottle or the ball, and then I'm not so sure.
You move a million miles a minute and you make us very tired. But you're the biggest joy in our world, and it just keeps getting better.
I love you like crazy. Like a million crazies. Um, that doesn't sound the way I mean it. But you know what I mean.