Dear Brooklynn, You are now ten months old, which means we can start having long philosophical conversations about double-digit numbers, the decimal numbering system, and multi-variable calculus. Ok, we'll skip the first to and go straight to the calculus. Really though, with the speed that you seem to learn new things every day, I wouldn't be surprised if linear algebra was just around the corner.
This month has seem rapid changes in your mobility. Just a few weeks ago, you started walking around with one of us holding your hands. And when we didn't walk around with you all the time, you cried, because walking was so much better than being carried. Within a couple of days, you moved on from us to pushing around your scooter. Yes, you get stuck from time to time after running to walls, but you can stop and grab anything you might pass by on the way.
We assumed that you would be walking before too long, and you quickly started to cruise around using the living room furniture. And the walls. And curtains. And the expensive electronics on the TV stand. Soon, if you were sitting close enough to a couch or end table, you could pull yourself up and take off without any parental help. This lead to the expression, "How did she get over there?" becoming over-used in our household.
And from there, we assumed that you would be walking by now. You'd really think that we would have learned not to assume anything when it comes to babies. Last week Friday, you learned how to crawl. By Sunday, nothing was really safe unless it was high enough to be completely out of reach. It really has been exciting to watch you go from seeing something across a room and walking all the way around the edge to get there to sitting down and crawling in a straight line across the floor.
Now, this isn't to say that you are uncontainable. Wood floors still give you problems, especially when you are wearing socks. Stairs haven't been attempted yet (which is a good thing), and we have finally done the bare minimum of childproofing around the house. Your crib mattress was dropped to a lower level, and now some mornings I walk into your room to find you standing up waiting for me.
Standing is fine, but you seem to think that you need to stand anytime you're not sleeping, like when we are trying to get a diaper on you or attempting to get you dressed for the day. If only you could understand it would all go so much faster if you would just lay still and let us do what we need to for a few minutes.
We put locks on the cabinets containing some of the harmful stuff in the house, but we chose not to baton down the hatches on everything. We still left some of the tupperware drawers and cupboards open because those are one of the most exciting areas in the entire house. Tupperware and mail. Whenever we let you at either of those two items (normally you throw everything around before playing with any of it), you look at us as if to say, "You mean to tell me you've had this here the WHOLE TIME and didn't tell me about it?!?!"
Because, really, after you've seen a toy a few times, it's old news. But something fresh and exciting, like sales fliers - those never get stale since they keep sending new ones with new sales all the time. I'm already dreading the time I hear your mother say that she's taking you shopping and they'll be back in a little while.
So, in an effort to keep you entertained, we've started spending more time outdoors. We just had some work done in the backyard and you really seem to enjoy sitting out on your blanket and taking in the fresh air. And nature. And eating the dead leaves that are still blowing around. Or grass that you pull out of the ground.
Really, Brooklynn, you eat just about anything that you can put in your mouth with the exception of some of the food that we'd like you to try. A few weeks ago I made a couple of dishes for you with squash, carrots, parsnips, sweet potatoes, and apples, and even some chicken. Your first reaction to some of the food that I have actually considered making for us because it smelled so good: you spit it out. And then looked at me like you wanted to know why I WAS TRYING TO POISON YOU!
It's better now. You eat different types of food, and we are starting to feed you small portions of our own meals - things like meatloaf, hamburger, and bread. You still love your freeze-dried yogurt, but we try to make it more a desert than a meal. You're also starting to feed yourself more and more, and I'd say you're well above a 75% success rate of getting food from your hand to your mouth as long as we don't give you too much at once. It's when we set 10 or more pieces in front of you that you get a little careless because, hey, there's more where that piece came from, and you'll just grab another one from the table, thank you very much.
I know people told us that you one day, we would look at you and wonder what happened to our little baby, that we would be amazed how fast the time goes by. And back then, we said, yeah, we suppose that will happen, but really, we see you every day. How fast could things change?
Brooklynn, things change very vast, and we look at you and wonder what happened to our little baby. And then we wonder how did we survive this long before we got to experience the little, amazing, independent person you are becoming.