ten months today

Little Peanut entered the two digits today. She no longer, for the rest of her blessed life, will be a mere single digit month old. She's in the twos. One day she'll even be in the three's (let's hope I no longer count her age in months at that point...). I remember before I had Eliana thinking it was so nuts the way mom's of babies always told you how many months old their kids were. I had no frame of reference for four months or eighteen months or twenty four months. Now I'm a total month convert. I even celebrate monthly birthdays and fixate over double digits. And here we are. Ten whole, beautiful months.

What does big girl do these days? Well, she's all over the place and totally into everything. She follows me around the house, valiantly crawling behind me, letting me know she's with me, each step of the way. She feeds herself, mashing pieces of banana and sweet potato in her little fingers before they eventually reach her mouth (with Lucy right there to catch any bits that make it to the floor). She pushes her arms through the sleeves of her onesies. She pulls off her sun hats. She laughs when I push her stroller away and say, "Where's Eliana?" She talks loudly and often. She is full of life and animation and flirts with anyone who engages her. She loves to look at herself in the mirror and I often catch her talking to her reflection. She reads to herself (and always makes sure the book is right side up). She taps her toe when she plays her player piano and loves to make me dance to the music. She'll press the keys and get a song started, and then look at me as if to say, "Okay, mom, now's the time when you entertain me with your flaily arms and bouncy head." Of course, I always oblige.

As Kit Deluka says in Pretty Woman, I'm her "beck and call girl" and I wouldn't change it for anything else in the world.