Rory,
You can stand up! You have to pull yourself up on something and it happens most often in your crib (like every single nap time) but you can do it all by yourself. You are so proud and think it is great fun to scream intermittently until Daddy or I comes in to lay you back down (again). This month you squealed with glee as you dumped out bins of blocks and screamed in fury as I took things (dangerous, bad things, things you shouldn't have had but thought absolutely necessary to your survival at the moment) away from you. You created your very own way of signing all done that looks like you are about to bust into singing, "Stop! In the Name of Love...." You celebrated your first Christmas yesterday and thought the best toys were the ribbon and the best food the tissue paper. You also loved loved loved every morsel of real food we gave you; ham, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese, stuffing, bread... You love most food, in fact, but only if its something you can pick up and feed yourself. You are so over being spoon fed. You can drink out of a sippy cup and put toys into bigger containers. You are fond of crawling to your sister and trying to play with whatever she has at the moment. Jilli usually tattles on you and tells me you aren't sharing and then gets you a new toy (until she decides she wants whatever you have and then tells me she is going to 'share' with you before she takes your toy away.) You are still mommy's girl through and through. You have eyes for daddy too, but if you are tired or cranky I am your preferred comforter. I know this will change; probably sooner than I am ready. I know because we sat at the Christmas Eve service a few nights ago (you happily gnawed on your shoe for the better part of the evening,) and I remembered the Christmas Eves just a few years back when Jilli was happy to be held and chew on whatever was available. This year she ran up the aisles with Christian and Makenna and sat all by herself to listen to the Christmas Story. Will you sit in the aisle with her next year? Your first 9 months have passed quickly but we treasure every moment with you. I love you Little Bear.
Mommy
You can stand up! You have to pull yourself up on something and it happens most often in your crib (like every single nap time) but you can do it all by yourself. You are so proud and think it is great fun to scream intermittently until Daddy or I comes in to lay you back down (again). This month you squealed with glee as you dumped out bins of blocks and screamed in fury as I took things (dangerous, bad things, things you shouldn't have had but thought absolutely necessary to your survival at the moment) away from you. You created your very own way of signing all done that looks like you are about to bust into singing, "Stop! In the Name of Love...." You celebrated your first Christmas yesterday and thought the best toys were the ribbon and the best food the tissue paper. You also loved loved loved every morsel of real food we gave you; ham, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese, stuffing, bread... You love most food, in fact, but only if its something you can pick up and feed yourself. You are so over being spoon fed. You can drink out of a sippy cup and put toys into bigger containers. You are fond of crawling to your sister and trying to play with whatever she has at the moment. Jilli usually tattles on you and tells me you aren't sharing and then gets you a new toy (until she decides she wants whatever you have and then tells me she is going to 'share' with you before she takes your toy away.) You are still mommy's girl through and through. You have eyes for daddy too, but if you are tired or cranky I am your preferred comforter. I know this will change; probably sooner than I am ready. I know because we sat at the Christmas Eve service a few nights ago (you happily gnawed on your shoe for the better part of the evening,) and I remembered the Christmas Eves just a few years back when Jilli was happy to be held and chew on whatever was available. This year she ran up the aisles with Christian and Makenna and sat all by herself to listen to the Christmas Story. Will you sit in the aisle with her next year? Your first 9 months have passed quickly but we treasure every moment with you. I love you Little Bear.
Mommy
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