That is the sound of my daughter blowing a raspberry. Because at 9 months old, that is her favorite thing to do. She blows raspberries from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed. In her opinion, the best way to accomplish this is to take a big swig of water from her sippy cup and THEN blow a big, long, slobbery raspberry with a mouth full of water.
This kid, folks. She is the silliest.
She’s been crawling for two weeks now, and in those two weeks, we’ve watched her confidence and speed increase tenfold. At first, it was just a few tentative scoots over to a toy she wanted before she went flat on her belly and rolled over. Then, she discovered that she could cross a room. Last week, she discovered that she could LEAVE whatever room she’s in and go to an entirely DIFFERENT room. Now, nothing is safe. The house is her playground. She desperately wants to drink from the dogs’ water bowl. Yesterday, she figured out the flap on the doggy door. I am searching Craigslist for baby gates.
The other day, my mom and I described C as a concussion in motion. I can’t count the number of times a day we hear the thud of her head against something—a door, the floor, a toy, the crib—and exclaim, “Bonk!” If she’s not crying, she will laugh! If she’s crying, she will demand about 2 seconds of coddling from you before she’s over it and on the move again.
At the moment, she has 5 teeth, and she’s working on the 6th. Teething has been a special kind of hell. I would truly give my right arm to be able to take away the pain that these tiny little teeth cause our baby girl. It’s lousy.
For her newest party trick, she’s waving hello and goodbye. It’s adorable, and my heart aches when I have to be on the receiving end of her wave bye bye in the morning.
About a week ago, we started noticing that Charlotte was also waving at the ceiling fans. It was a head scratcher. We really couldn’t figure it out. Then it occurred to us. When Catch is carrying her and flips a switch in one of the rooms with a ceiling fan/light, she sticks out her arm and makes a “flash” gesture with her hand like she’s performing magic to turn the light/fan on. C is now imitating her. I almost died from the cuteness.
Sleep still eludes us, but at the very least we can count on her naps. She will consistently take two good naps in her crib every day. She’s stubborn, and sometimes she’ll play for 30 minutes before she falls asleep, but usually it’s more like 5-10 minutes and then she’s out for 1-2 hours. We love watching her on the monitor before she falls asleep. She has a puppy WubbaNub in her crib with her and she can keep herself totally entertained with it before she squeezes it close to her and passes out.
The water is Charlotte’s happy place. She loves being in the pool with Catch at swim class, and she is a silly, splashy little wiggle worm in the bathtub. The other night she was totally inconsolable (a rare thing these days) and we couldn’t figure out what was wrong or how to make her happy. A bath solved everything.
Diaper changes have become complicated. She either screams like we’re torturing her, or wiggles so much that we can’t even hope to cover her bottom in cloth. It’s maddening.
I am so grateful that I get to share my days (and let’s be honest—my nights) with this little girl. She makes my world go ‘round.