Nine months. The amount of time that actually feels like nine minutes.
Nine months. The amount of time it takes for your heart to grow nine times bigger.
Nine months. Where to begin?
Sweet Petite, you are growing and learning more and more with each day that passes.
You are wearing size 3 diapers and mainly 9 month or 12 month clothes--depending on how small the brand runs. Your poor pajamas look like capri pants on you. {Note to self: must get more 12 month pajamas.}
Your vocabulary consists of da-da, ma-ma, ba-ba, hey, uh-oh, bay-be, and something that I think means thank you because you say it after I give you a toy. {You're a genius!} Your favorite phrase is "Hey, Da-da", which you repeat over and over and over after he walks in the room. And Da-da indulges you and says, "Hey, Harper" and the two of you stay on repeat until you decide the game is over.
You still only have two teeth. But man, the drool and chomping is serious business. I'm just waiting to see something white pop through those gums any day now.
Your menu consists of Puffs, Cheerios, sweet potatoes, carrots, green beans, asparagus, brown rice, grits, apples, bananas, pears, peaches, canteloupe, blueberries, sweet peas, mashed potatoes, broccoli, squash, zucchini, and the occasional taste {small taste} of something sweet. You are drinking water from a sippy cup and still take 5 six ounce bottles a day.
You have had {or kept} an ear infection for the past seven {going on eight} weeks. You have been on two rounds of Amoxicillin and one round of Omnicef. The Amoxicillin did nothing for you and the Omnicef upsets your tummy. We see the ENT this Friday to determine if you will need tubes in your ears. While Daddy and I do not like the thought of you having to get tubes, we only want what is in your best interests. So, we anxiously await your appointment with Dr. Farrell.
Your hair is long enough to hold a small bow. It makes this mama so happy! Our motto is "No bow, no go!" You will rarely be seen without a bow in your hair! So far, you don't seem to mind them. Unless, on rare occasion, you are mad, and then you find it in like 2.2 seconds and rip it from your hair. In which, Mommy promptly returns said bow to rightful position in your head. So far, Mommy-23, Harper-0. I'll be sure to keep you posted on this riveting game.
You clap your hands when you accomplish something and we cheer you along. You think this is great fun!
You took your first long {as in 8 hour long} road trip to see PopPop and Granny Diane last month. You were such a good traveler! You enjoyed the sights of Maryland and D.C.
You are crawling at rapid speed and pulling yourself to a standing position. You keep this mama and daddy on their toes! I especially love when I leave the room, only to return and see that you are crawling after me. Ah! My heart loves this
You love music and dancing {still!}. You especially loved rocking out to Madonna during the Super Bowl!
Sweet Petite, you are a dream come true! Daddy and I often comment on how content and easy and relaxed you are in every situation. We could not have asked for a better gift. You are mama's Psalm 37:4. Every moment with you is exciting and fun and fulfilling. I see your sweet face and wonder how in the world I am capable of loving someone so much. It is as if nine months ago my heart decided to take up residence in the form of a small, beautiful bundle of pink.
Nine months. How did it happen so fast? And to think, this time next month our hearts will be even bigger because of our love for you.
"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart."
Psalm 37:4
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