Well, the last time I did a blogpost about N.G. she was five months old. Please don't go back in the blog archives and see how often I did an update on Frazier during his first year. About a week and a half ago, Norma Grace was 9 months old!! At her 9 month appointment she weighed 18 lbs, 9.5oz and was 28 inches tall. Right after we got back from our Mexico trip she started crawling. The first few days she dragged herself around and got frustrated after just a few paces, but within a week she was really moving and now roams ALL about the house. She is very much enjoying her new found freedom and has been pulling up on the furniture,a stunt about which she gets quite excited. She pulls herself to standing and then looks around expecting praise and applause. She's very much accustomed to praise and applause...but then again she just does so much worth praising and applauding. :)For much of her early life she was quite serious. She smiled at Frazier and Gatsby regularly, but the rest of the world had to go to great lengths to amuse her. I describe her as intense. She really studies people and objects. This girl will stare. you. down. She'll focus on one activity for a long period of time (like one day she spent 15 minutes just playing with a flattened mini-raisin box and a little empty drawer in our end table). She likes putting things in something else- cookies in a jar, toys in a basket, blocks in Frazier's boots. When she is happy she is equally intense- she has a full-body laugh and when she's happy she gets her whole body into the expression of it. And she laughs more frequently now. She's lightened up quite a bit. :)
She likes to "read" and will just sit turning the pages and looking at pictures in her board books.
She is just so incredibly charming and entertaining and we marvel at her cleverness and how downright beautiful she is and she is fabulous in myriad ways, but N.G. has been, from the get-go, an exceptionally miserable sleeper.
About the sleep issue, lest I forget one day:
Even though she's sleeping better (10-11 hours at night broken down into three segments) plus a nap in the afternoons and catnaps in the car here and there...she's developed a habit of falling asleep in her high chair. I've got quite a collection of pictures of her totally sacked out in it! I don't know what it is about that chair!
You are something. And we adore you. I treasure every second with you because I know how soon you will be almost 4. I hold you and breathe you in and I try to commit to memory how you smell, the feeling of your familiar weight in my arms, your soft fuzzy little head, your tiny fingers "honking" my nose. When I nurse you now sometimes you put your tiny foot up close to my face so I'll nibble at it. I pretend not to notice as you stick your leg up in the air and spread your little toes and wiggle them until I surprise you and grab your foot and kiss it. Then you stop nursing to smile and giggle for a second. It's just a little game we play...and I hope I never forget it because it's such a sweet little thing like a thousand others that aren't going to last. We'll have new things, though. Always. And I'll love them, too.