My baby is ten months ya’ll! Why is it so much harder to accept a double digit month then a single digit one!? Actually, why do our babies have to grow up so fast in general?! I can’t handle it. My baby fever is going to be coming back soon. I guess that calls for baby number three 😉
If anyone reading this has met my little Liliana, you’ll know she’s a little firecracker. She’s my little sour patch kid. She’ll do something mean, then snuggle you to make you feel better. Her personality is hilarious, maybe one of the very few things she’ll get from me. Except her father is pretty humorous himself, one of the reasons I fell in love with him. She is a spitting image of her daddy. The only thing she got from me is her eyes (which is what she gets the most compliments on anyway, lol).
While my son has more of a sensitive side, she’s tough. Her father is already talking about buying her boxing gloves and teaching her how to throw a punch. Just the other day, she hit her forehead on the hard floor and didn’t make a peep. She looked at me for a second, I told her she was good, and she went about her playing. The only time she cries is when she’s hungry and doesn’t want to nap.
The funny thing is with her being so tough, she’s my teeny little thing too. Tiny and fierce. Complete opposite from her brother, who I think is constantly growing. She’s my little 15 pound princess at 10 months! When she was born she was 6lbs 15oz, which was actually heavier then her brother, but they are definitely opposite. To this day she still fits in 6 months clothes. She still swims in 9 months. But hey, I can’t complain, she isn’t constantly growing out of clothes and she is developing perfectly! Plus she’s a little piggy, so I don’t know where the weight goes.
She’s now waving and saying “Hi” and “Buh Bye”, she has “Mama” and “Dada” down. She’s just about standing on her own. She loves to dance and play with her brother (Maroon 5 is a favorite of hers). She gets into EVERYTHING, of course. She has her diva moments for sure. When you put her somewhere she doesn’t want to be, the legs starts flying and the whining starts, and you bet she gets her way, every single time (especially from daddy, he’s wrapped around her finger). She will scream until she has someone’s attention, then when she does, she’ll just wave hi for a good minute. She smiles at everyone and makes sure she has a babbling conversation with everyone she sees.
She knows she’s spoiled. When it’s bedtime, she refuses to fall asleep on her own. She likes mommy or daddies arms. She’ll sit up in her rocker and try to have a full conversation with you in baby talk. It’s the funniest thing, I swear in her mind, I truly believe she honestly knows what she’s saying. She cracks us up. She knows how to hold her bottle, but would much rather prefer if mommy holds it so she can play with her hair. She’s too cool to sit in a shopping cart regularly. She has to stand and see what’s going on. She’s seriously a sassy one.
My girl refuses to nap. She always has to know what’s going on. She thinks she’s going to miss something. She also gives the best open mouthed slobber kisses. I love every single one of them! She’s the best daughter and little sister we could ask for. Sometimes I can’t help but brag a little.
She’s going to be a handful when she’s older. I hope daddy is ready. I can see it now, she’s going to want the car all the time. She’s going to want to always go out with her friends. She’s going to break curfew, she’s going to ask for money to go shopping. She’s going to be just like mommy was, hehe. That’s why I’m preparing my husband now, giving him fair warning that I was a wild one, so she might be too.
All I know is when she’s a teenager (and this goes for my son too), she’s going to be raised right to where she knows right from wrong. Exactly how her father and I were raised. I knew my limits. I knew if I did something wrong, my parents would beat my ass. You bet we’re going to do the same, to both kids. My kids will know discipline and respect. No doubt in my mind they will treat others the way they want to be treated.
But seriously though, I can’t even think about the teenage years yet. I want to keep them little forever! Soon enough she’ll be one, so I’m cherishing each month as it comes. Come to think about it, I need to start planning her birthday party. Of course it’s themed, but I’ll keep that a secret right now.
Happy 10 Months Liliana Marie.