9 Months Old
Dear Zaya,
How did we get here? And so fast? My sweet little baby has quickly turned into a growing toddler with a wonderful personality all her own. Before I had you, I worried that I would not feel as connected to you because I would have two other active children to attend to. Yet, the moment I saw your face, the second I looked into your eyes, I knew you were mine and I fell absolutely, completely in love.

Zaya, your disposition is cheerful and calm. You love your big brother and sister and you finally enjoy playing with them. Sometimes, I will find you and Hurley in her room together. You are usually tearing apart everything, but I am overjoyed at the fact that you are having fun together.

You represent some firsts for our family. You are the first child to still love her pacifier at this age (I'll admit, I'm starting to dislike this a lot too) and you are the first child to prefer Mom over everyone else (from day 1). You are also the first of our children calm enough to bring to meetings, movies, and other events! Lastly, you are the first of our children to not be COMPLETELY sleep-trained at 9 months (your siblings were trained by 4 months . . . what can I say, I am little bit lazy and a bit of a softy this time around).

You love to eat! Last month you weighed just 15 pounds. Though you are tiny, you have lots of healthy meat on your bones. You have 6 teeth now and you prefer to eat table food with the rest of us. You love bananas, apples, sweet potatoes, cheese, bread, and absolutely ANYTHING that you can get your hands on! We have to be careful with you on the move . . . anything within your reach goes into your mouth.

You love to play peekaboo. Sometimes when you are sitting in your carseat, next to Brooklen, you will lift your blanket up over your face and try to start a game of peekaboo all by yourself. You also love sticking you pacifier in someone else's mouth and snatching it back (not the most sanitary game . . . but definitely fun). You LOVE to laugh and you are also quite fond of swinging at the park.
You have the silliest hair. It is still fairly dark brown and it is ALWAYS in your eyes. I try to clip it back, but it always ends up right back in your eyes. You don't seem to mind, and you love that I am always blowing it out of your face!

Zaya, I love you more each day (if that is even POSSIBLE). I can't wait to be with you every step of the way as you grow into a beautiful woman!

Love,
Mom









































