Aiming for progress, not perfection.

"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
Philippians 1:6

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

10 months.

So Lylah's 10 months. She got her first teeth -- the two on bottom -- this month, and we paid dearly for them. In hours of sleep, in case you're wondering. They were expensive teeth. Also, this girl is feisty. She is the only child of mine who has pitched all out temper tantrums this early (ever?). She arches her back, stiffens her body, screams her head off, is inconsolable. The whole nine yards. My mom assures me that her stubbornness will pay off later in life. She says "dadadadada" when she's happy. She says "mamamamama" when she's sad or upset. Hmm. She eats a lot of Cherrios and anything else we'll give her. If you're eating, you better plan to share. She wants to nurse all the time. We've had to move her to the pack-and-play in the playroom because she doesn't sleep well with anyone else in the room, and waking 4-5 times a night was not good for my mental health. She's down to waking twice a night now. We bought a house in her 10th month, and each child will have their own room. We're going to work on learning to sleep all the way through the night once we move in sometime in June. I'm already planning her birthday party while simultaneously denying that it's coming. Mostly, she squeezes my heart so hard it aches. Mercy, I love her.

1 comment:

mamo said...

She certainly has mamo's heart wrapped around her's.