Friday, December 27, 2013

Nugget Month 9

Dear Willa,

Nine months. It feels like at this rate I'm going to look up tomorrow, and you'll be turning a year old. So much has happened in the last month.



First Thanksgiving. We didn't do my favorite Thanksgiving tradition this year... the Turkey Trot. Your cousin Beckett was born two days prior Thanksgiving, so we opted to skip it for 2013. The day after Thanksgiving we did one of my other favorite turkey day traditions... the Parade of Lights in downtown Fort Worth. Opie and your cousin Lily also came with us. You loved the music and the lights on the floats as they went past us. The delight on your face was how I hoped you would react to the parade.




And then Christmas. I have always loved the holiday season. The little girl inside me still finds magic in this time of year. But I must say you have made it a million times more magical. Even though you had no idea what was going on, I had so much fun shopping for your gifts and helping you unwrap them and imagining all the future Christmas traditions we'll enjoy together.




I insisted that we take you to see Santa Claus for your first Christmas. Your daddy really didn't want to go to the mall (the mall is his least favorite place). So when I remembered that every year our city did a village of little houses with different activities including visiting Santa, he was happy. The first night we tried to go, we got there right as they opened, and we estimated the line was going to take about three hours. We didn't think you would last that long so we decided to come back another night. The second time we got there more than an hour early and were the third in line. I had thought we'd have one year when you did not cry at Santa, but that was not to be the case. Originally, you were in a good mood, but after waiting you had gotten cranky. The second I placed you on his knee, you screamed. 




This month you got four teeth on top. Four. In case I'm not clear enough, allow me to spell it out. Not one. Not two. Not three. FOUR. That two times what you got a few months ago. It made for a tough, exhausting week or so. There was one night where we were all up for two hours because it didn't occur to me or your dad that the reason you woke up screaming was because you were teething. Once we did realize it, we were able to get you to sleep again after relieving your pain.





You started crawling on your hands and knees a week or so ago. If you have far to go or want to go faster, you still crawl on your stomach. You can also pull up to standing now all by yourself and walk with assistance. It would seem your dad and I need to finish babyproofing this house as quick as we can.




When you smile it lights up your face and brightens up my day no matter what has happened. May you always find things to smile about.

Love,
Momma


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