My dear littlest one, today you are 9 months old and I’m both happy and sad.
Happy because you are developing into a funny and beautiful little lady, and sad because it means you’re growing up (always my baby, though) and there are 3 more months until your first birthday.
You are a mobile little terror — always following your big sister K around the house. You’re cruising around furniture and crawling up the stairs now. You’re starting to eat chunkier food, and gobble it down quickly. So far there’s nothing you don’t love to eat!
You’re also the most fearless and curious little girl I know. I’m always chasing you off furniture, and wrestling shoes and remotes out of your little hands.
I never want to see you stop growing and learning, but I want you to stay exactly as you are today, forever.
P.S. I hope I’m developing an early love of fibre in this one by letting her play with my yarn stash!