My tornado. My hurricane. My bundle of insane energy. You leave destruction in your wake. Papers are strewn upon the floor, books become an obstacle course. Your new favorite activity? Taking the kitties water dish and dumping it out across the carpet.
Just last week you finally (FINALLY!) got your first teeth. After ages of acting like you were teething – drooling and chewing on everything and screaming if I dared to touch your gums – two little nubs have poked through.
From a baby girl who could barely manage a real crawl a month ago, you are standing and trying to walk already. Every opportunity you get, you pull yourself up and walk your little feet. You inch along the edge of the coffee table. I’m so proud of you. It seems like its been years since you were just a tiny bundle who would lay very still in my arms with only your arms and legs waving. Nine months have brought so many changes already. I will always want time to slow down, but I’m in awe of all the things you’ve accomplished already.
Love you always,