At Ten Months

Mila, Mila Bean, M, MiMi, Lala, baby girl, Mila G....at ten months, she's:

Crawling and of course "into everything" as they say, just starting to cruise (as in picking her feet up and carefully placing them back down with both hands on coffee table), babbling and humming and screaming and growling, saying mama (I think in reference to me, but who EVER knows), loving all things food (except the ones made for babies) and eats--- I kid you not--- as much as me in a sitting. I'm certain she could eat a whole avocado, probably half a medium sized watermelon, and a serving of pasta.... she is indeed, my daughter. She's sweet as can be and snuggles like every mom hopes her baby will. She melts into your chest and burrows into anything cozy with the most joyful expression. She never took a binky which was crazy to me after Sophia, and instead, her bed-time vice is her blankie which she instantly pulls up to her face and rolls over to snuggle. It's precious. Long drives were awful until it occurred to us that she didn't have her blankie, so I took off my shirt, threw it on top of her, and watched her scrunch it to her face and drift off. I was left looking a little silly, she was quiet and all was worth it.

It's all going by too fast. With Sophia, I remember being so excited for each upcoming phase, I didn't really have room to miss the past. Now I wish I could just pause her, and eat up every phase a little longer. Maybe it has something to do with my background noise right now (Sophia screaming at the top of her lungs for no apparent reason) that, from my experience, seems to accompany a three year old.

Ten months.... ahhhh..... it's sweet.