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Dear Boobah,
Here we are at 11 months, just as mama turns 35. She really wanted
to have a baby before 35, and we just made it. For whatever reason,
this is a harder birthday for mama, much harder than 25 or 30. She
thinks it feels too close to 40, and her time for making a decision
about your siblings is quickly running out. She’s not sure how she
feels about that. She and daddy are talking, but having you was pretty
rough on mama’s health and daddy’s not sure he wants mama to risk her
health again.
Don’t worry, baby, you were totally worth it and mama wouldn’t
change a thing. Except the gestational diabetes. She would’ve preferred
not to deal with that part. But she did, for you.
And here you are, so close to a year old. Mama can’t believe how
quickly we got here. You are growing and developing like crazy. Lots of
babbling, although no real discernable words. You say ‘dada’ ‘guhguh’
‘mama’ and even something that sounds like ‘woah’ - but none of them
have any meaning that we can tell. You’re still working on adding a
variety of sounds. That’s okay - your speech is developing and it’s
possible that mama just isn’t realizing that you associate those sounds
or words with people or objects.
In the meantime, you’re crawling all over and getting faster by the
day. You can pull yourself up onto your knees, and can stand when we
prop you up and let you hold onto a table, your playpen, the couch, or
our legs. You climb all over us when we hold you, and are rarely still.
You like to play peek-a-boo with the curtains, hiding your face
behind the cloth and then pulling it away to see whomever you’re
playing with. You’ll do it over and over again, and laugh up a storm
when daddy acts surprised to see you each time.
You weren’t sure about milk at first, but you’ve decided you like it
quite a bit - almost more than some of your solid food. Mama knows it’s
a month early, but since you decided nursing was over, and you’d
already had some milk in some of your food with no problems, it seemed
fine. Both mama and daddy were on milk pretty early with no ill effects
(and none in the extended family), so you’ll be okay.
You’ve had spaghetti, masala, enchiladas, and fried rice. You seem
to enjoy grandma’s enchiladas the most, with potatoes and bread coming
in just behind or maybe even ahead. You’ll eat any type of bread you
can get your hands on, still trying to stuff as much into your mouth as
you can. Mama thinks you’re trying to stop her heart when you do that,
so she hopes you learn to moderate that just a little.
You are such a happy baby, giving out smiles and giggles with
abandon. Mama and daddy make all kinds of faces and noises just to hear
that laugh. Please don’t ever withhold that laugh. The problems of the
day melt away when we hear it.
But you’re also starting to show a little bit of a temper. If we
take you away from a toy that you were enjoying, you don’t hesitate to
let us know with a loud, angry cry. That mad cry is very different from
your hungry, wet, or hurt cry. You also use it in the bath when you
don’t like getting your head rinsed off, or afterwards when we try to
dry and dress you.
Over all, you’re an easygoing little guy. We are so lucky to have you. Remind us of that when you’re 15 and a brat, okay?
The last 11 months have been a total whirlwind. Mama’s still getting
the hang of things. She’s learning with you, so go easy on her, okay?
And next month, we might go for a little chocolate cake, or maybe some
cookies for your birthday. Mama has a feeling you’ll really like that.
All my love,
Mama
Becky Scott is a writer and editor. She lives in San Diego with her husband and (soon-not-to-be-a) baby son.
originally posted at misspriss.org
