Saturday, March 31, 2012

mia | eight months

Dear Mia,

Today you are eight months old.  This is you, this morning, right now.


Well, not RIGHT NOW, but just a few minutes ago.  You are surrounded by toys on the playroom floor, which is my feeble attempt at keeping you entertained while I try to write.  Your sister is watching cartoons in the other room, so you are enjoying ALL the toys, not just the ones she allows you to slobber on.

Of course, my feeble attempt at entertaining you has only been mildly successful.  I have already been out of my chair at least a dozen times to rescue you from disaster and to give you new toys.  At the moment, you have pulled yourself up on a chair and are patting the chair seat.  It must be great fun because you are smiling and "talking."  You pull yourself up on everything - literally everything - furniture, walls, toys, people.  Most of the items you choose to pull up on are wobbly and you fall.  You are also under the false impression that you can stand alone.  At this exact moment, you are holding onto the chair with only one hand, which is not uncommon lately.  You think it is great fun to let go of things while you are standing up.  But the problem is, you cannot actually stand.  This is how it really happens:

You pull up.

You let go.

You fall.

I imagine that, in your head, you are thinking, "I'm standing!"

But, really, I call it delayed falling.


Besides, I don't think eight month old babies should stand alone.  I know you are in a hurry to be able to play with your big sister, but there will be plenty of time for that in the future.  Just be content to sit and crawl for a little while longer.

There are many more things I could write about you, eight month old Mia, like how you love to eat, how you still don't have any teeth, how I love to snuggle you when you're fresh from the tub, and how you laugh whenever your sister cries.  Oh, and how your new favorite game is to drop things on the floor so I can pick them up.  But, you have just fallen for the upteenth time, and sister has joined us as Boss of the playroom, so I'm sure my attention is needed elsewhere.  And you are starting to whine, which probably means you are ready for your morning nap, or ready to eat, or ready to just talk to me.  I never really know what you want, but through the process of elimination, I can usually make you happy.

Love you baby girl!

Love,
Mommom

2 comments:

  1. Ha! Boss of the playroom!

    Don't you love stubborn older sisters? It's karma, I tell you. Karma. My mom just laughs when I struggle with my bossy firstborn.

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  2. Being an older sister, hearing the phrase "You are not the boss of me!" is very common coming from younger sis. I beg to differ! And tell her my feelings quite often, still.

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