Hi sweetie, momma here.
On Monday, you turned 9 months old. And I’m left torn wishing time would pause and speed up all at the same time. Your mobile little hands and legs love crawling around. I mean – can you really call it crawling? You leap frog everywhere you go. And it is the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. You mumble, you babble, you screech, and you squeal. And I can’t help but wait until we hear the words “Dada” or “Mama.” But I can at the same time.
I love this stage. Mobile. Giddy. Silly. Sweet. Snuggles. Cuddles. You still need me.
But I know that I’ll love every stage thereafter, too.
What’s a momma to do?
I just hope that I never forget this one.
The way you leap frog around and lunge at the ground.
The way you squeal when Daddy walks in the door.
The way you slap your high-chair tray demanding “more!”
The way you pull yourself up onto things like such a big boy.
The way you smile so hard it melts everyone’s hearts.
The way you fake laugh.
The way your little dimple pops out when you grin.
The way you know no stranger and greet everyone with the softest coos.
The way you reach for Halo or chase him around in your walker, scaring him to bits and laughing some more!
The way you grab your bottle with such enthusiasm, like you’ll never see another one.
The way naw on your pointer finger.
The way your hair stands up 3 minutes after I’ve combed it down.
The way you raise your eyebrow at your mommy and daddy and give them that look.
The way you want so fiercely to be “on the go.”
The way you’re fearless.
And the way after a long, hard day, you want nothing more than to be rocked peacefully to sleep.
Jett, your mommy and daddy love you so much. The past 9 months have been the best of our lives. We can’t wait to see what the future holds as you learn and grow and build your BIG personality even more. You are the best of us. We love you.