Ten. One zero — double digits. That’s a lot of months, unless you’re counting in binary, and there’s only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don’t. But I digress.
Lydia was a busy bee of a girl this month. Crawling continues to be her main source of enjoyment because of all the things she can get to. The world is her oyster. Sometimes life is just ducky, especially on her forehead.
One of those Why Didn’t We Do This Months Ago moments was Lydia’s first bath in the big tub. She loved it and scooted up and down the tub while Mommy tried hard to scrub her down. A few baths later we figured out the best way to give Lydia a wash without breaking parents’ backs is to sit on the side of the tub with feet in the water. So much easier on Mommy.
We visited the zoo again where Lydia participated in her favorite pasttime, people-watching. She kept a safe distance from the flamingos this time and got to meet some colorful birdies. People-watching is the best, though.
It was yet another sickly time with two more ear infections and I’m quite positive we’re on the road to getting tubes in her ears. We meet with an ENT tomorrow so we shall see. Poor Lydia has gotten way too used to being attacked with medicated syringes. Every time we lay her on the changing table she cringes.
Easter came upon us this month and Lydia got to check out what the Easter Bunny dropped off for her. She enjoyed her first camera just like Mommy’s and a new book. Notice the Santa jammies.
After we checked out her basket we got ready to go down to Auburn with her grandparents to visit her cousin. They had a great day of fun together playing with each others’ toys. Elizabeth has some pretty spiffy stuff. We think they made a secret plan beforehand to NOT SMILE when the grown-ups tried to get nice pictures.
Right before she turned ten months old, Lydia began to perfect the fine art of pulling up. Oh, glorious day! She is oh so pleased with herself and yet frustrated because she can’t seem to just walk on from there. Crawling is now old school — walking seems to be the next goal. Eating table food is not on her List of Goals.
