Ten Months

From this:
To this:
Yeah, I know. I doesn't look like the same kid. If I hadn't seen her every day for the past ten months I would think baby switching gnomes had some role in this. She has gone from potato to person, with very specific likes, dislikes, and talents. She has an ever expanding vocabulary, which includes her favorite saying "hey kitty." She eats almost everything, but she has to feed it to herself. If we put food into her mouth she spits it out, picks it up, and then eats it.

Ten months means Meg is now always in motion. There is no more time to "cuddle." Any attempt to do so will result in her twisting, throwing her head back, and pushing away with arms and legs. When we put her down she is off like a shot, crawling and investigating everything in her path. If I have missed something with the vacuum Meg will find it, and most likely put it in her mouth. If only dog hair was nutritious.

One thing that doesn't change as Meg gets older is her sweet spirit. She has such a sunny disposition, and finds delight in everything. She wakes up happy. She goes to sleep happy. Even when she is hungry, or tired, or mad because we are touching her nose, she is pleasant. Oh, and you should hear her laugh. There is no end of the things she finds funny. Sometimes she cracks herself up, and I will hear her just giggling in the backseat of the car, or in her high chair as we get her food ready. It is the best sound in the world.

Ten months ago today I became a Mom. I can't imagine anything better.

Oh, how I love our girl.