Nine months
Dear Margo,
Today you are nine months old. I didn't get around to writing you a letter on the occasion of your eight month birthday, (even with grandmaman's nagging!). I think that this is due to the fact that you have kept me very, very busy.
You're a crawling, laughing, almost climbing dynamo. Last night you tried to get in the dishwasher. You regularly take off up the stairs. Your seventh tooth has arrived (which explains your moodiness this past week, I'm sure!) You have been smiling more readily, laughing more often these days (this past week excluded). You enjoy songs and games and tickles and you love the park across the street. Other babies don't interest you nearly as much as big kids. You follow them around and hope they'll notice you, but if not, you're happy to dig in the sand, and you only eat it once in a while, which is an improvement.
When you're not sure of something, you curl your fists up into little balls, but your curious face shows that you want to figure it out. Today, it was Sadie, C and S's dog. We were there for brunch, and at first, you were hesitant and didn't want to touch her soft fur, but by the end you allowed your curiousity and amazement to grab hold, and you were crawling up and batting her back with your hand, wide open.
You spend lots of time moving your toys from storage containers onto the floor. You have several things that simply must get done before breakfast each morning. You get a look of determination on your face as you set to work. Toys must come out of the toy basket, books off the shelf, tupperware odds and ends out of their basket. You must knock all the remotes off the end table, and pull the blankets out from their hidey holes. Then, and only then, will you sit back and survey your territory in a satisfied manner and look to the kitchen for your morning hit of yogurt, fruit and cereal. I love watching you do this.
Speaking of those books, you have several favourites and they include pictures of cats. Sadie the dog aside, you seem to be more of a cat person than a dog person. You love to open the book to the cat page and when I say "Look Margo, MINOU!" and do the sign for cat, you smile and laugh. Your papa is worried that your apparent love for all things furry will mean we will need to acquire a pet someday.
These last few paragrahs have rushed out in a torrent, for I really want this letter to capture you at your nine month mark. I want to write it all out, record it all, so you can read these letters, and know how much I love you, how much I think about the things you do, and how much you surprise and amaze me every day of your life.
Oh, and you look like me. A lot. I delight in this indelible proof of our connection.
Gros bisous, ma fille.
Today you are nine months old. I didn't get around to writing you a letter on the occasion of your eight month birthday, (even with grandmaman's nagging!). I think that this is due to the fact that you have kept me very, very busy.
You're a crawling, laughing, almost climbing dynamo. Last night you tried to get in the dishwasher. You regularly take off up the stairs. Your seventh tooth has arrived (which explains your moodiness this past week, I'm sure!) You have been smiling more readily, laughing more often these days (this past week excluded). You enjoy songs and games and tickles and you love the park across the street. Other babies don't interest you nearly as much as big kids. You follow them around and hope they'll notice you, but if not, you're happy to dig in the sand, and you only eat it once in a while, which is an improvement.
When you're not sure of something, you curl your fists up into little balls, but your curious face shows that you want to figure it out. Today, it was Sadie, C and S's dog. We were there for brunch, and at first, you were hesitant and didn't want to touch her soft fur, but by the end you allowed your curiousity and amazement to grab hold, and you were crawling up and batting her back with your hand, wide open.
You spend lots of time moving your toys from storage containers onto the floor. You have several things that simply must get done before breakfast each morning. You get a look of determination on your face as you set to work. Toys must come out of the toy basket, books off the shelf, tupperware odds and ends out of their basket. You must knock all the remotes off the end table, and pull the blankets out from their hidey holes. Then, and only then, will you sit back and survey your territory in a satisfied manner and look to the kitchen for your morning hit of yogurt, fruit and cereal. I love watching you do this.
Speaking of those books, you have several favourites and they include pictures of cats. Sadie the dog aside, you seem to be more of a cat person than a dog person. You love to open the book to the cat page and when I say "Look Margo, MINOU!" and do the sign for cat, you smile and laugh. Your papa is worried that your apparent love for all things furry will mean we will need to acquire a pet someday.
These last few paragrahs have rushed out in a torrent, for I really want this letter to capture you at your nine month mark. I want to write it all out, record it all, so you can read these letters, and know how much I love you, how much I think about the things you do, and how much you surprise and amaze me every day of your life.
Oh, and you look like me. A lot. I delight in this indelible proof of our connection.
Gros bisous, ma fille.
Love, Mama.
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1:37 p.m.My god, does she ever look like you! That is to say, what a cutie!
xo Em
6:11 p.m.
Happy nine months, Pattamouch!
We are all learning and growing with you and enjoying every moment of it. For this, we have Maman and Papa to thank for their dilligent and comical record taking.
They, as you know, are you're most avid and attentive fans. Followed ever so closely by the rest of your adoring and loyal followers.
You are our bright and shining star. We're so very happy to have the opportunity to get to know you, if only through your parents' eyes and their hearts.
If you don't already known this, I assure you, you have stolen our hearts as only you can.
Stay curious, happy and healthy. We look forward to getting to know you better as you journey through life.
We love you,
Tati Julie and Tonton Adrian
1:17 a.m.
Well Donna, it is about time!!!!!
I have been checking the blog for 2 months now for this wonderful letter to Margo that you write every month.
I know what you mean, that she keeps you busy, I saw it with my own eyes.
She is a barrel of laughs.
Now that you have written your letter you will be able to mail that envelope to Angie,she has been waiting for 1 month!!!Love you.
7:31 a.m.
Michel mailed it yesterday so we're good!
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