My Koa. My Little Bear. My Blueberry.
This week is a very special week. You are 9 months old, but moreover, Wednesday marks the date that you will have been in this world for as long as you were inside of my belly: 39 weeks and 3 days. I’m so thankful for every day that I get to be your momma.
You are the best part of my day.
The stats: you are 29″ (73.5cm) tall and weigh 21.5 Lbs. You have 6.5 teeth. You have your own room in the new house and you love your new daycare.
You have a great sense of humor, are quite mischievious and are showing a bit of stranger anxiety. You can stand unassisted, are the speed crawl champion, love climbing and moving around. You love snuggles when you’re tired and you can give great hugs and kisses.
You can wave good bye (sorta) and are quite chatty when noone’s around. You can say dada. You are very determined and hyperfocused when you want something.
You love chewing on my wallet, papa’s glasses, napkins, any paper, water bottles, books and your plastic shapes.
You love baths, trees, food, being held by momma and papa, skyping with grandma and grandpa. You love falling asleep with momma (nursing) and you love your papa’s singing.
You got to meet your grandpa Calvin, your aunt Laura and your uncle Sam.
You do not like being in a carseat, chair or stroller (anything that restricts you), brushing your teeth, and not seeing where momma is.
You make me so happy. I can’t wait to spend tomorrow with you. And the day after and the day after that. I love you to the moon and back, my baby boy.