Dear Abbey,
You turned ten months old this week. Suddenly you are much less like a baby and much more like a kid. You say things that actually, in many ways, resemble words. Actual English ones. Slightly different from the German/Mandarin Chinese dialect you've been sporting. You have mastered the gesture of shaking your head "no". For additional emphasis, you have also mastered the art of slapping things away when you really mean no. Particularly food. Oh, and kicking and screaming. That's a fun communication tool that has appeared as well.
You're also getting ready to walk. I'm pretty sure you'll get there by your first birthday. But in the meantime, you can really get a move on when you're crawling. You are very grabby. You reach for everything. Especially things you aren't meant to have. You could be surrounded by toys, find one tiny piece of lint, and immediately put it in your mouth. Nice. So, pretty much - all (you know what) is breaking loose around here trying to keep tabs on you.
But you are also so incredibly sweet. You rest your head - on purpose - on my chest and your Daddy's chest when you're tired, or if you just want to snuggle. You smile and squeal with delight when you see us after a day at work.
Those are some of my very favorite moments, punkin. It makes that smear of baby oatmeal that's been pasted on my arm all day and I just notice on my way to bed totally worth it.
I love you,
Mom.
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