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Saturday, June 17, 2006

Ten Month Letter

Dear Ella,

You are ten months old now. It occurred to me this month that you have now been outside of my tummy longer than you were inside it. That makes you more…real…in some odd way. You seem more grown up, more independent, more your own person.

This past month you took your first steps by yourself. You still much prefer to hold onto our fingers while you walk, and who can blame you? It’s easier, as long as we go along with wherever you want to go. And if we dare to resist your leading, you become angry.

That’s another thing you’ve really developed this past month—getting angry. Just the other day, you were screaming in anger. Not crying, but yelling, pissed. I was startled, and I have to admit that I was a bit amused as well. You’re very cute when you’re angry. I promise not to ever say that to you. I know I never liked/like it when someone laughs at me when I’m angry. But it’s the truth of the matter in this instance, and hopefully when you’re reading this, you’re not angry, so it’s okay for me to admit it.

Another thing I’ve noticed this past month is that you’ve become less something that I bring along with me—like a backpack—and more like someone who I am going somewhere to hang out with. We have fun together, shopping, or at the zoo, or at the park. Speaking of the park, about two days ago, I put you in a swing for the first time, and you had the time of your life! We also got on a little see-saw, and that might have been even better than the swing. Whenever you are presented with a new thing or a new experience, you smile in happiness.



Except for food, of course. With that, you grimace and look at me as if to say, “What is this? Why have you given this to me? I reject it! Unless it is a pickle. A pickle, I would enjoy a great deal.” I find your love of pickles to be odd. They basically taste like vinegar and salt. Aren’t babies supposed to like sweet things? Apparently, not you. Heaven forbid we give you applesauce. Then you gag and spit it out like we’d just fed you poison.

One thing that has been fun about your advancing age is that you are getting more and more cuddly. When you are feeling tired or shy, you rest your head on my shoulder and often grab my shirt with your hand and pull yourself in close to my body. My heart melts everytime.

I don’t know what you have in store for me this coming month, but I can’t wait to find out.

Love,
Mommy

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