S is 10 months, 5 days. Officially she’s been an active (extremely active) member of society longer than she’s been inside of me.
My stars does that make me sad. Achy and weepy sad.
So very many things have changed this month. She can stand briefly, pulls up, is starting to climb, crawls in super speeds, murder balls with her walker and dinosaur rider. She dances now, especially when eating, has figured out how to open and play with certain toys.
The girl is also incredibly inquisitive and mischievous. She gets into stuff, like toilet paper, and then is super guilty startled when you catch her. She’s into my pump bag, the dog toys, the Hubs work out bag, and everything else. She’s figured out cupboards and likes to crawl directly into them.
S is crazy chatty too. Hums and talks, squeals and shouts. Lots of ba-ma-ni-da-la and all combinations of those syllables. She waves and points and claps, which is all used to accent her constant chatter.
Sleeping has changed a great deal as well. Now she really does NOT want you to hold or rock her. Nurse her for a bit, then put her to bed because she wants to fall asleep herself. She does prefer her paci and I’m not certain if I should be stressed about it. However she does self soothe with it and if it falls out, she’s okay with that too. Her naps are still not the best and she often goes with less than 1 hour naps at daycare and maybe one good hour nap at home. S sleeps on her stomach, side, back, upside down, and it a maniac with movement when she sleeps. It’s insane. We recently purchased a video monitor and so can watch her acrobatics. I’m beyond seriously impressed.
And so, now that she has been an independent longer than she lived life with me, S has become such a little person. She’s so much less a baby and becoming more of a toddler every day.
It’s so amazing but damn does it make my heart kind of achy too.