9 Months

Dear Lucy,

This weekend you turned nine months old. I had planned to write a fabulous post with some new photos of you with your cute, little pigtails, but then I scheduled too many things and our basement flooded and my computer access was limited. So I apologize if this is a little scattered and short.

Actually, this whole month has been extremely scattered. I’ve started looking for full time work, as your father is starting his business soon and we’ll need the insurance. You’ve been spending a lot of time at your Aunt Beth’s house, playing with your cousins and becoming mesmorized with their small, ceramic dog. You think it is a real dog and everytime you see it your crawl right over, laughing the whole way, and grab at it’s face. You probably think it is a very nice dog, as your own dog does not seem to like you poking her eyes out. Your cousins love having you over, and your Aunt Beth told me that her son Dylan was almost in tears when he found out you weren’t staying overnight. You give them someone to impress, someone who looks up to them, and you never disappoint.

Your personality has really started blossom. You love to sing (well, mostly just say LALALALALALA and then clap your hands) and you are facinated with Elmo. You actually have really good taste in music, which I attribute to playing music to you while in utero. Whenever Coldplay comes on the radio, you stop whatever you’re doing and a smile slowly spreads across your face. We went to a Coldplay concert when I was pregnant with you, and Coldplay was what was playing on the CD player when you were born, and apparently, you remember. You also like my new favorite band, Peter, Bjorn and John, much to the dismay of your father (and your Uncle Heath).

Lucy, you are turning into such a big kid. Besides the obvious changes (the pigtails, the toothy smile) you are gaining quite the mischievious streak. Now that you can stand, you’ll crawl up to a shelf, pull yourself up and grab at whatever you can reach. When I tell you “Lucinda, NO!” (sounding very grown up and a bit like a tool) you stop what you’re doing, turn and look at me, smile, and go right back to whatever it was that made me sound like my own mother in the first place.

We’re starting a new chapter in our lives, Lucy, with me going back to work full time. And I’m very nervous about the affect this decision may make on you. I hope you know that even though you may be in daycare for most of the day, that I will be thinking about you every second. Everything I do, every decision that I make, I think about the concequences it will have on you. I want you to know that if I could just stay at home every day with you, I would do it in a second. I’ve loved this chapter, but I’m excited about the next one as well. I love you Lucylu, and you are, by far, the best (and the most demanding) boss I’ve ever had.

Love,
Your Scatter-Brained Mama