Musical chairs. Out with the heavy and immobile and in with this light, zippy little number.
This girl wants to move. She slides all manner of objects around the house, testing which best aids her walking efforts. This chair seems to have the highest success rate thus far... until she gets herself cornered and then the tantrums are in full swing. Not being able to walk is making her incredibly frustrated. I almost feel a bit sorry for her. Part of me is eager for that moment when she manages to pull it all together, but a large part of me is terrified. I've got a feeling that when this child starts to walk, my life is going to reach a whole new level of chaos. But I'm so excited for her. Watching her learn and accomplish new things every day makes us so very proud - I still can't believe how they learn. They way they absorb information is just incredible.
This age is so much fun. Her little personality is blossoming and we're starting to enjoy her in so many new ways. There's more laughter, more cheeky games, more cuddles, more communication. I'm feeling so connected to her in a way that I haven't experienced until now. I feel like I could be finally getting my head around this gig called Motherhood. Maybe it's because I've been taking better care of myself, eating healthier, going to bed earlier. Perhaps it's because I'm managing my time better, blogging a little less, playing blocks a little more. I'm not sure what it is, but the mood is certainly more positive. I'm so excited to see what adventures the next ten months will bring to our little family.
Happy ten months to our beautiful Lalie Bug. I can't even begin to explain the love we have for you.
P.S - We're not ambitious enough to rival this mullet, so we'll have a crack at the mohawk title instead.