Double Digits!

Addie turns 10 months old today. Double digits. It's quite crazy to think that in a couple of months, she'll have been blessing us with her beauty and spunk for an entire year! I almost don't want to think about it because it went by SO FAST. On the other hand, I can't even remember life without Addie.

Oh wait...yes, I do...that was a world where I could leave the house in a shirt without spit up, drool, or blueberry stains on it. A world where I didn't have to pack the entire house up with us before we left for the smallest errand. A world where the phrase "Emergency Cheerios" would have never crossed my lips.

But it was also a world without open-mouthed drooly kisses given upon request. A world without belly laughs let of at the slightest hint of a game of peek-a-boo. Squeals of delight at seeing a squirrel run up a tree. A world without the spirit and laughter and fun that Addie brings to us every day. I sometimes miss my old independence, but I wouldn't trade it back for all the emergency cheerios in the world. And that's a LOT ;)

So here are some pictures to commemorate the big 1-0!

Oh, and if you're waiting for a rocking chair picture, I must say that Addie sitting placidly in the rocking chair smiling for the camera for minutes on end just does not happen anymore, so no more comparison pictures without risking a big bruise on her head from leaping off happily to the floor.

How many teeth? Our little jack-o-lantern still only has two on the bottom, but now there's a new one on top with the hint of yet another top one coming in....can you see the glistening of the drool on her chin? Yum :)


Sometimes she seems SO big...


...and other times she seems so little!


Her favorite game is emptying. Emptying her bookshelf. Her toy box. The basket of shoes we keep by the door. She's curious about EVERYthing and her attention span ranges from quite intense--playing wtih the same toy for 10 minutes (which, in baby time, is like a year)...


...and other times, she's barely even touched one "toy" (i.e. my purse) before she's turned around and set off for another "toy" (i.e. my keys)


All the crawling/scooting/pulling up/pushing her shopping cart around can tire a girl out. When she yawns, we call it her baby lion roar.


Who IS this big girl and where did my helpless little baby go??? If someone can find my little tiny baby again, I'll give you a reward. An economy box of emergency cheerios.