Dear Tristan,
You've now spent just as much time in the world as you spent in my tummy and you've changed almost as much.You were officially walking at 10 months and you've spent the better part of this month practicing your new skill. Arms in the air and belly sticking outward, looking like you had a drink to many, you bob and weave your way around the house.
If we talk or smile at you, you pause for a brief moment, as not to break your concentration. When your balance is lost you land on your bottom, your diaper providing precious padding, as you let loose a groan of frustration and get up and try again.
You are into everything! It's a constant exercise in diligence for us to keep you out of the trashcan, toilet and kitchen cabinets. Luckily they all have child safety locks, so we watch in amazement as you open the cabinet the one and a half inch until the latch catches and finger it thoughtfully as if you are trying to figure out how to spring its catch.
Everything still goes into the mouth (We can’t wait until this phase is over) but every now and again when your brother takes something from you, you let out a wail of protest, either crying while you look at me and your Dad, a look that could best be described as accusing, or turning around and going to get it back yourself. You are incredibly strong for a baby and you put up quite the fight. Now for the first time we hear your brother yelling, STOP, STOP, because you are strong and fast enough to try to take something that he’s holding.
I had forgotten how sweet this age is. I love it when you toddle over to me and throw yourself on my leg like it’s your lifeline, as you gaze up at me beaming, showing off the fourteen teeth you have so far.When you reach your teen years and you’re to cool to tell me you love me, I hope I’ll remember that for a brief time, I was one part of the center of your universe.
I love you, Mommy
You've now spent just as much time in the world as you spent in my tummy and you've changed almost as much.You were officially walking at 10 months and you've spent the better part of this month practicing your new skill. Arms in the air and belly sticking outward, looking like you had a drink to many, you bob and weave your way around the house.
If we talk or smile at you, you pause for a brief moment, as not to break your concentration. When your balance is lost you land on your bottom, your diaper providing precious padding, as you let loose a groan of frustration and get up and try again.You are into everything! It's a constant exercise in diligence for us to keep you out of the trashcan, toilet and kitchen cabinets. Luckily they all have child safety locks, so we watch in amazement as you open the cabinet the one and a half inch until the latch catches and finger it thoughtfully as if you are trying to figure out how to spring its catch.Everything still goes into the mouth (We can’t wait until this phase is over) but every now and again when your brother takes something from you, you let out a wail of protest, either crying while you look at me and your Dad, a look that could best be described as accusing, or turning around and going to get it back yourself. You are incredibly strong for a baby and you put up quite the fight. Now for the first time we hear your brother yelling, STOP, STOP, because you are strong and fast enough to try to take something that he’s holding. I had forgotten how sweet this age is. I love it when you toddle over to me and throw yourself on my leg like it’s your lifeline, as you gaze up at me beaming, showing off the fourteen teeth you have so far.When you reach your teen years and you’re to cool to tell me you love me, I hope I’ll remember that for a brief time, I was one part of the center of your universe.I love you, Mommy
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