Sunday, April 3, 2016

Butternut Month 9

Dear Greta,

At the beginning of this month, I had a work trip that lasted a few days. I was a little worried that you wouldn't sleep through the night for your dad while I was gone, but you gave him no trouble. Though I know everyone was happy when I came back home.

This month you got three new teeth, all on the top. It was about a week of not quite sleeping through the night. Plus there were so many fun diaper and clothes changes. Your poor little bottom was bright red from diaper rash. But when the teeth finally popped through your gums, all those issues thankfully went away.

Daycare moved you up into the mobile infant room. You were so ready. One day the daycare director came in to your classroom while giving some new parents a tour. She noticed you practically on top of another baby trying to give him one of your patent-pending open mouth kisses. The teachers told her you were across the room two minutes before that. Your daddy and I are well acquainted with this phenomenon of how quickly you move across a room.

You've been coming home from your day in the mobile baby classroom exhausted since you've been only taking one nap and there's so much more activity happening. We've been feeding you dinner and then putting you to bed early. Though you're so laid back that you don't mind staying up a little longer as long as Willa will play with you.

We went camping this month, which was both your sister's and your first camp out. You did better than I ever dared to imagine. We brought your pack and play for you to hang out in. When we went for a hike, I carried you on my back. To sleep I bundled you up in many layers because it was cold. You did wake up in the middle of the night, but I think Willa woke you up when she started crying. At that point, I put you in my sleeping bag with me. You stayed plenty warm and slept the rest of the night without any trouble.

Your first Easter egg hunt went well, though you were happiest just sitting in the grass trying to put an egg in your mouth. If I tried to take it from you to drop it in your basket, you protested greatly.

You're still crawling on your stomach for now. But you love to pull yourself up to standing whenever you can. You're starting to try and feed yourself more. You continue to babble at us. I ask Willa what you're saying, and she replies, "Goo goo gah gah." Which is about my interpretation. You occasionally growl deep in your throat, which I find hilarious. I haven't been able to catch it on video yet because you always stop as soon as I pull out my phone. But I'm going to keep trying.

Happy nine months, my sweet G!