Here we are.
Lucy is nine months old and even cuter than she was at eight months (or we can pretend I'm not biased and just say she's always the cutest).
Just over the past weekend, Lucy got her first tooth, which was quickly followed on Sunday morning by her second tooth! They're both on top and - GAH - so adorable. Is motherhood always a series of discovering new things about our children and then swooning over them as though no child has ever gotten a tooth/walked/pooped before? It feels like that.
We have her nine-month appointment (and the shots that go along with it) in two weeks. The wait to see how much she weighs now is murder. I'm taking bets that she passed the twenty pound mark a month ago and is probably closer to 21 or 22 pounds, although I can't say I'm exactly eager to buy a new $70 car seat which will render our stroller useless. Oh, well. Such is parenthood.
Lucy eats pretty much anything you give her these days, including grass and dirt and flowers, and is not picky. She might make a pretty face when you give her something new, but she'll always eat it. Gotta love that!
One new development that makes me nervous is one I mentioned in my last post: the whole Mom-says-no-and-baby-laughs thing. I cringe every time and try not to laugh or smile back (it's actually kind of cute, in a frustrating sort of way). But my very wise parents just told me it takes time for babies to recognize new commands, and it's not necessarily that Lucy is being purposefully disobedient. Yet.
It takes consistency, they tell me. Consistency and patience.
God, please give me both.
Lucy is doing well at recognizing items in the house (like "dog", "cat", "bottle"), as well as turning towards me and Pierce when we say, "Where's Mama/Papa?" or leaning in for a smooch when we ask for a kiss. Lucy kisses are the BEST kisses! So there's that. Plus, she's able to balance herself while standing for a few seconds without any assistance and she's starting to take baby steps when she's holding onto something, like the table. I'm also taking bets on when she starts to walk, and my guess is at about 11 months. Typing that out feels ridiculous in a "I can't believe she's this old" sort of way. It's both wonderful and frightening! I've learned being a mom will always be a little bit of both, and I'm getting used to it. At least I'm trying.
More updates on our sweet Lucy Goose:
Food: We try solids at least once a day, sometimes more. As I already mentioned, Lucy likes everything. Even lemons.
Sleep: Still a dream baby (see what I did there?).
Favorites: Mama, Daddy, Manny (my mom), Grandma (Pierce's mom), eating, chatting, watching people, being in new places, being held, bath time, playing with her blocks or books, being outside
Dislikes: Getting dressed, going down for nap/bedtime when she's not fully asleep, being left alone in a room, having her bottle/food/paci taken away, being in the car for too long