Miss Dependent

Little miss is getting not so little anymore. At her 9 month check up she has measured in at 28 inches tall and weighs a whopping 17 pounds and 11 ounces. Doc says she looks great and is healthy as a horse despite the booger face. Just to ease my increasing mommy fears that I’m not doing something I should with her or that I am doing something I shouldn’t be, I asked the doc about all the feeding stuff and teeth. He said that his kids didn’t get teeth until they were 15 months old and not to worry. He explained to me that teeth are for shredding and jaws are for chewing/mashing so don’t be shy about feeding her anything. He also said that we can give her as much water as she wants, strawberries, peanut butter, and eggs. She’s becoming an actual little person! This makes me happy and sort of sad at the same time. It will be great when we no longer have to buy specific baby food but at the same time I really like pureeing up what we have for dinner so she can have some too and experience all sorts of new flavors. I know it has to happen and this mama needs to get over it.

I can totally get over it too, seeing as how we have a new obstacle to deal with. I think we are beginning the separation anxiety stage of her little life. Daycare has not been a problem as of yet (knock on wood, please) but if we are both home and she doesn’t have both of us in the same room together, she flips her lid. Our house has a pretty open concept, but if we are sitting playing with her and I get up to go do/get something in the kitchen the girl freaks. She turns herself into this circus freak contortionist to make sure that she can see me and she wants to know what I am doing. But if I bring her in the kitchen with me and daddy doesn’t follow? The same little freak appears.

I love that she wants us both together and that she is so so so so so happy when we are all together as a family, I am just getting super nervous as to how this is going to go as my travel increases and so does her need for us all to be in the same place. But I do love how much she loves us. J