My love, my heart, my sweet. A couple of days ago you turned 9 months old. 3/4 of a year!!! I can hardly believe it! It does not seem at all possible that you have now been here as long as I was pregnant. I must confess that the pregnancy felt so so much longer than the time you have been here with us which seems to be flying by faster than I can even comprehend. Every morning when you wake up I notice that you are bigger than the night before. I simply cannot believe how fast this time has gone by. 9 months. wow.
Words cannot do justice as to how much you love to eat. You love mealtime so much that in the past few weeks (before these teeth finally showed up) you were starting to be frustrated by the completely ridiculous 2 second wait between when the spoon would leave your mouth and when I could refill it and put it back in. You also felt you should control the spoon at all times. Never mind that you dont know how to use it. At all. But as we have practiced a bit more you have come to accept that I can get your food into your mouth more accurately than you can and you only take occasional swipes at the spoon.
But all in all, you are still so very happy all the time. You see Radley, with Maverick I was so anxious about all the milestones: sitting, crawling, standing, walking...any of them. I worried and read everything about the milestones. I tired to predict. I wished they would come. I compared him to others the same age. With you, I don't care. With you I don't think I have cracked that silly What to Expect book once. With you, I am content simply with you being you. In whatever stage. Doing whatever you do. You will walk, you will stand...when you are ready. Right now, I wish you would just slow down a bit so I could have a bit longer with you in your baby-hood.
I love you so so much,