This little Rosie of mine.
10 months old ... and where does the time go?
This girl is perfectly mobile and very happy about it. She is so content to just move around the room and touch and taste all the neat things that she finds along the way. When she was tiny, I wonder how often she watched Olive move around and wished she could do the same. I usually just set her in the corner of the living room and with toys spread around her feet, and she is happy to sit and play.
Bath times are not her favorite, but she loves water. She would much rather sit and watch her sister take a bath then be inside of the tub. She likes to stand up right next to bath tub's side, hanging on and watching Olive swim around.
She is hitting all of the most adorable milestones -- waving, dancing, kissing, repeating my sounds in her sing-song baby voice. With Olive, we greatly anticipated each milestone (mostly because we were so excited) so when each one came up, I would think, "Ah yes! Finally." With Rosie, each little new trick is like an unexpected surprise and each day brings something new.
No one can make her smile like Olive can. Every morning, when Olive wakes up, she runs into my room and is absolutely delighted to see Rosie. Rosie will smile and squeal with happiness. They have even started to play together. I have to keep such a close eye on Rosemary because Olive can be rough, but she (usually) has the best intentions.
At this point, the sleep is still not there. I've obsessed over it, talking to doctors, taken her to chiropractors, beaten myself up over it, read books, read blogs, beaten myself up some more over it and gone to somewhat drastic measures (for me anyways) to improve it all. But, at this point, I am just trying to be at peace with it and accept what her needs are. It's not easy. I've also tried to stop talking and complaining about it so much. This is also difficult and I'm not very good about it, but it's helps. The late night cuddles, the nursing sessions, the endless rocking - I'm just trying to soak it all in and relax about it. But, like I said, it's still a difficult area for both of us.
Food is still a delight for her. She is starting to eat surprising amounts. She loves most foods, but I am starting to find she is picky about some.
Lately, she has shown a bit of separation anxiety I when it comes to me, which is about right for her age. This means that she loves being in the sling or the ergo, which she used to hate. I personally love her close (on some occasions it can be stressful) and having her in carrier feels like one giant, extended hug.
She is exceptionally ticklish under the chin and she gives me big belly laughs when I kiss her there. Her skin is soft and smooth like velvet and I can't help but runs my hands all over it when I'm changing her clothes. Her eyes are blue, like a cross between a blue sky and a storm. The nape of her neck is starting to curl, bearing the promise of ringlets. Her sweet fingers often rest on my arm as I carry her throughout the house. Her toes? Well, I think I might just eat them one by one.
Sometimes, I find that my arms are full with both of my girls, crawling all over me, yelling and squirming. It's in the those moments that I wonder how I used to live each day without them. At times, a life full of babies can be difficult and tiresome, but most of the times it makes me feel whole and overwhelmed with responsibility and love.
Another thing I can't hardly believe? That the baby, my sweet Rosemary, will be one in less than two months.
The time, where does it go?
created by Megan at 10:35 PM