My dear sweet Lucy,
You are 11 months old. One month shy of ONE YEAR old. Time is flying by, and I can't stand it! However you're not walking, so you're still a baby and that's ok with me.
You've had a busy month. You attended your first (and second) concert in the park. The first was here at our neighborhood park and you had a pretty good time, although you hadn't napped well and we're relatively tired and cranky. Your sister on the other hand, had a blast, dancing and rocking out with her buddy Lily.
You also took part in a neighborhood parade (it was someone's wedding that had a parade and drum corp down our street! how cool is that?) and watched some drummers and flag girls. It was so much fun, tho again, it was right at bedtime and you were sooooo tired.
Your nana came and babysat you for a week so I could work while Meg was out of town. You and Ruby had SO much fun with her, and it warms my heart how much she loves you and how much you love her.
You've become quite a bed hog. I love you dearly but damn you take up a lot of space for a tiny person. Good thing you and I share a king sized bed with no other big people.
You shared your watermelon with Kelcie. You love watermelon. And peaches. And blueberries. And chicken. And beef. And pretty much every food we've ever offered you. It's awesome.
Speaking of eating, you tried blackberries for the first time. It was messy.
But delicious.
After a meal like that, you always need a bath, and thankfully you LOVE bathtime now!
And Ruby loves climbing in with you, and splashing and generally making silliness.
We've spent a lot of time in the parks this summer and you're loving it. You kind of enjoy the slide.
You always enjoy eating some grass.
And as always you enjoy the swings. EVERY. TIME.
You're only army crawling, but you sure know how to get where you want to go, including attempting to climb into the dishwasher.
You are also REALLY into throwing toys ALL over the room (but have no interest in putting them back in the container yet)
My darling Lucy, I cannot believe you are 11 months old. Before I know it I will be planning your first birthday party and telling people you're ONE. And then before I know it you'll be a toddler and and and, sigh. You are the light of our lives, and the love in our hearts. Your laugh is infectious and you bring joy to every day. I'm so lucky to be your mama, and so grateful you chose our family as your own.
Every night when you drift off in my arms, and I feel you sigh a heavy sigh and sink deeply into sleep I too sigh and send a silent prayer up to the heavens that you're mine. It's been 11 months and it still seems SO unreal that you even exist.
I love you, I love you, I love you. Mama.
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