"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day."
-Winnie the Pooh
Time keeps on slipping between my fingers. Spencer turned seven. I turned 35. Ashton is a few months away from turning 5. And my baby? Well, her growth is the fastest of all. She is now 10 months old, two months shy of the pivotal one year mark. Since she is my last baby, I've been noting each milestone with more tenderness and sentimentality that I ever did with the boys. She is currently standing in her crib jabbering away instead of napping. I watch her on the monitor as I type this, and I notice the dwindling babyness of her features. Her own unique personality shines through each day, and it's fun to see the person she is blossoming into.
She has a goofy one-legged scoot-crawl, just like Spencer did; and it's possibly one of the most endearing things about her. But don't think that scoot-crawl is a handicap. Oh no, she flies across the floor. Gone before you realize it--yet again into something she shouldn't be. Yesterday she got into the Lazy Susan and helped herself to a snack. Her first tooth is finally poking through, and I'm so excited to see the gummy smile be replaced with the tiniest teeth buds. And oh is her smile the highlight of my day. When she's especially excited, she'll blow air out of her nose as a grin spreads across her face. But those eyes--the deepest blue that needs no photo filter. And her hair--we can't discuss her physical appearance without the mention of her trademark hair. What once stuck straight up in all directions is now a tamer version of it's earlier glory. A baby mullet, really. Or a rat tail, probably. Oh but the cute pigtails that stick straight out from either side of her head!
Jillian's arrival 10 months ago disrupted our lives in the most glorious way. We backtracked a bit, adding naps back into our routine, a diaper bag on our adventures, activity restrictions that we were finally big enough to enjoy, and a baby proof house. But what we lost, we definitely made up for tenfold in other areas. Ten months seems so teeny in the grand scheme of time, but oh how full these months have been.
Last month we went to a family friend's house to document our baby at her nine month mark. It's amazing that she grew in my body for the same length of time she was out in the world becoming her own person independent of me. She's sitting and scooting and eating and giggling and waving and pooping and clapping and playing and standing and growing and growing and growing.