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Baby Emma | Nine Months

MotherhoodSamantha WetterholmComment

Nine months. NINE months. N.I.N.E. MONTHS. Nine ladies dancing. 

Emma turned nine months old yesterday and what a month it has been! She has mastered cruising, is moments away from walking, and thinks that ripping my hair out is America’s past time.

Don’t you look all cute and innocent.

We officially started sleep training. Well, half training. Well, we put her in her crib for the first part of the night, then fold like a cheap plastic lawn chair when she wants snuggles in the middle of the night. So in case you were wondering if we are just be old softies, here’s your proof. Grrr.

Either she’s teething or somehow she got whipped cream on her fingers and has found them scrumptious. I’m going with the latter.

Speaking of whipped cream, I let her try some last weekend. We also let her try my vanilla milkshake from In N Out. In case any one was doubting that traits are hereditary, watch her eat a milk shake. She’s the spittin’ image of mommy. I’m so proud.

And you’ll be dating never.

She experienced her first New Year’s celebration. We popped some bubbly and she enjoyed a milkmosa. She did not make it until midnight, but that’s okay. We did…not either. Because you know, baby. 

Emma is also a chatty lady. She says mama, dada, and nana regularly. I think nana means “no” or she is singing “na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye”. Usually she says mama when she’s feeling tired or needs some snuggles and says dada when she wants to play. I’m sensing a trend here…

Watching this little one play, dance, and move are probably the most fascinating things I’ve ever witnessed. As she discovers her surroundings and figures out how things work, I can see the wheels turning in her mind. I swoon and gush and awe and wonder how life can be so sweet. 

I know, you’re gagging now.

On to photos!

I want to spread her on a cracker.

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