9 months!

It is crazy that it has been 9-months since Eleanor was born. It seems like yesterday we were driving down Fleur on our way to the hospital (thinking we were going to be sent home once we got there). Yet so much has changed, and Eleanor is turning into such a grown-up.

When she was first born I remember thinking how I LOVED the little tiny baby stage. Being able to hold her (and have her like it) was awesome. Then she got a little bigger, and I loved that she could smile at us. Then came the rolling… eating baby food… crawling… two bottom teeth… a sippy cup… standing up… and through it all, more smiles and an occasional giggle. Although I miss the days when I could just hold her and she wouldn’t try to wiggle out of my arms, each stage has me thinking: this is my favorite stage. Yet.

An update on the little one:

Eleanor LOVES attention, and gets a little upset if she is smiling at you and don’t smile back (this goes for strangers as well). She is a Mommy’s girl, but has her days when she is 100% a Daddy’s girl. She loves to eat (who doesn’t), and get very excited when she sees her bottle or one of her ‘puffs’. She sets her mind to something and works until she gets it. She doesn’t get too upset if she cannot master something right away, she just keeps trying (I think she has Nick’s demeanor). She loves her stacking cups, they are by far her favorite toy right now. She loves music and watching people dance. She does amazing in church and everyone there loves her.

She loves going to day-care, and day-care loves her. They say she has ‘spunk’, is a ‘ham’ and has ‘a love for life’. Because she has so much fun and doesn’t want to miss out on the action, she doesn’t take very long naps (maybe an hour and a half total all day). But she sleeps through the night, and has been for a long time. She wakes up happy and ready to play (this she gets from me).

She loves dogs, and trying to give them open mouth kisses. She loves the water; bath-time or swim-time are a cure for an unhappy baby. She is in the next size up car seat, and I miss the bucket seat already. She wears size 3 diapers, although size 4 are not that far off. She is in size 9-12 month clothes. She is in the process of moving to the next room up at day-care.

She is growing up before our eyes. Next up: Turning One! Crazy.