"You strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans, twisting in the water, you're just like a dream" ~ The Cure
Oh, it's fine being nine. I guess I can deal with it. With the clapping and the nonsensical chatting and the utter cuteness. I wish I could make more time to soak up this month. Never enough hours in the day to cuddle and giggle and sniff. We only have an hour or two at most when I come home from work before you go to bed and it's just not fair. 'Tis the life of a working mama.
You just got over your bajillionth cold and are in such a better mood for it. I wish I could keep the illness at bay and keep you smiling. Those two bottom teeth are like sweet little pearls. Must capture them on film! But you're going to be one tough cookie by the time you hit preschool. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
I love you at nine months and at every month. Happy 9 Month Day, Zoe!