Now, my daughter is one day away from Double Digit Months. Ten. Months. Old. Omghowww did that happen? If I'm flipping out this much about 10 months old how the heck am I gonna handle One YEAR?!
With this DD Month flying in, so too is her effervescent personality. She started giving kisses at 5 months old. Not your normal mouth kiss, because Momma was silly and kissed her different. I'd put my forehead against hers and say "Give Momma kiss?" and THEN kiss her lips. So that is how little Vae learned to kiss. Which was completely sweet and tender at 5 months old. Now, doubling that age also doubles the force of her forehead pounding against mine. The sweet kiss now has me wincing so I know it must hurt her! But still she does her kisses in sets of three. One pound, two pound, three pound, then brings her pink lips to mine for a sweet peck followed by the MUAH that her Daddy taught her to say. The small headache is totally worth that little sound effect!
Now she is super silly. She dances even when music isn't playing, but even more when music is.
Even in restaurants if someone's phone starts jingling, Sister busts a move like there's no tomorrow!
Also, my girl is so determined to learn. She's always been like this, but now her conquests are more advanced so of course they're all the better to watch! We just moved and now have an upstairs. Nevaeh has never seen stairs, let alone thought about going up them. Soon as she saw these carpeted steps leading to God-Knows-&She'll-Find-Out, kid zipped off and tackled the entire flight of stairs before I had time to fully flip out! Needless to say a gate is now permanently in place. She throws balls, claps at the appropriate times, does her "Soooo BIG!" flailing arms before I even get the whole "How big are you?" question out and insists that she feed herself anything that doesn't require a spoon (Did I mention she ate Salmon from O'Charley's last night? Girlfriend is fancy :-) )
But her sweetest...Ohhhh her sweetest killmenowI'minHeaven moments...are her "Momma"s. All day long it's DadaDadaDadaDada, or recently NeeNee and she seemingly calls her big brother Landon. But every now and then, maybe once a day, she sidles up to me on all fours, reaches up for me to hold her, buries her head in my neck then pulls back to look at me with a tiny little grin, then that breathtaking little girl hums "Mmmooommaaa." *Swoons*. That one little word packs so much lovepunch behind it that I almost can't stand it! And she knows how special the word is, that's why it's so amazing. She knows I thrive on that word and she hands it to me like the last Christmas present every kid is extra excited to open because it must be the best one.
I love my girl. Almost to the point it makes me not want to have any more kids because how can I possibly spread this love to anyone else? How could I contain this amount of love and joy twice, thrice, four times over? (I said almost! I do want more :-) ) I am so blessed to know that feeling that no parent can describe, it's literally impossible and you just have to wait for your own to ever understand what we mean when we say "WE LOVE OUR KIDS." I am a talker, I love words, and this is the one emotion that I will never, in my prospective 90-100 years of life, ever be able to explain or convey to anyone else.
How sweet it is <3
