Three Quarters

Happy 9 Month Birthday Maren (a few days late)!!!

New this month.....you look like a little girl, not a baby! I thought Id at least have a couple years before you seemed to be all grown up, but I feel like this month was the beginning of the end of your babydom. You have more hair, more personality, more language, more steady feet, more appetite, and of course, more will. You are changing so fast, I feel like every morning I wake up to a new girl. One day you crawled and the next day you stood. One day your hands collided with one another and the next day you were applauding and giving unsteady standing ovations. One day you put your whole hand in your mouth to try to lodge a single cheerio in your cheek. The next day you were eating pieces of banana, potatoes, bread, and tofu with experienced grace. You see, its all happening so fast.

To be honest, I think one reason I want you to stay in your baby stage is that I know you are going to be a pistol as you get older, more skillful, more vocal, and more willful. Your full body whines, theatric coughing, and immediate irritation when faced with a delay of any kind, reminds me daily that you my friend, are a handful. And I could really use a few more months with a baby that doesnt know better. So during these last few months when I can convince myself that all you need are hugs and patty cakes and cheerios, I plan to spoil you and enjoy your smiles and giggles that you hand out even more freely than your disapproving grunts and growls.

Happy end of summer my baby. See you in September, when Im sure you'll be looking like a teenager.

Lots of love,

Momma

Happy 8 Months to Maren!!

Disclaimer: The traditional numbered sign is missing from the 8 month photo shoot because I forgot to pack it with our beach vacation items. Please use your imagination to insert the sign in the photo on right.

My Sweet Girl,

Im so proud of you. In the last month you have become a highly mobile baby. And really thats not even why Im so proud of you, though I do admit that I am jealous of your excellent posture as you have mastered sitting upright and find your flexibility and dexterity something short of Houdini amazing. Im so proud of you because you are fearless. And while I see this being a dangerous character trait in the future if a suspect man in a conversion van were to offer you candy, in your present world its quite an asset.

You have no concerns about gravity or physics as you pull yourself up onto unsteady baskets or attempt to reach for a toy well out of your grasp, sending yourself flipping into an impromptu belly flop. You race toward anything shining, flashing, spinning or making noise and consider the cats mere mobile playthings.

Some could consider this behavior reckless and ignorant, and yes, perhaps it is as you have yet to learn about the dangers of sharp corners and lost footing. However, I choose to marvel in the reckless abandon you show while truly living life. Your adventure is not hindered by caution, your excitement is not depressed by worst case scenarios. Your view of the world is not only from two feet off the ground, but also from a glass half full. And I hope that as you grow I can replicate that attitude, albeit with a healthy dose of caution for both of our safety's sake.

And I hope I can replicate your bravery as well. Last week when we introduced you to the pool you stared straight ahead and marveled at what seemed to be the biggest bathtub ever imaginable. Beyond an annoyance at the water temperature which quickly receded as your own body adjusted, you accepted this new environment with an inquisitive and adventurous spirit. You splashed in the water and kicked your feet, you leaned back to float and forward to drink (luckily we caught you before you were successful at that attempt), you stared at the water ahead and blinked only to take it all in. And later when we walked to the ocean shore you didnt hesitate, looking at the waves crash on the land as if you've done all this before. You sank your feet in and let the waves swirl around your ankles, strong and sturdy after only a week of standing on your own two feet. And to me, this was bravery in a two foot and 17 pound package. Granted you were ignorant to the massiveness of the ocean and the danger that waves can bring. But you also didnt know what was facing you just a few feet ahead, matching your height and chilling your skin. You had never seen this pebbly ground and had never felt sand sift over your feet. You had no idea what would happen as the water rushed toward you, seemingly able to swallow your entirety. Yet you stood, and you stared, and you accepted what would come without protest or concern. I cant say that Ive stood that strong or that brave in the face of my own unknowns.

So I look to you my brave girl, on a few days past your 8 month birthday, to show me how to live life more fully; spending fewer moments worrying about obstacles, backup plans, and safety measures and more time basking in the unknown and seeking adventure in the most mundane situations, like our living room! I look to you my brave girl to remind me that anything that shines, flashes, spins, or makes noise is certainly worth my undivided attention.

All my love,

Momma

Vogue

Over Memorial Day weekend Babycakes participated in her first photo shoot to commemorate her 6 month birthday. The photos were vomit inducing level of sweet and of course Maren was all smiles, well, until the very end when nap time was dangerously close. Check out the photos on the photographers website here:

http://www.erichafarrington.com/site/#/home/
Go to "Proofing" and write "Rossiter1" as the password

Enjoy!

Over the Hill

So Maren is now closer to one year old than an itty bitty newborn. As shown in her brief 7 month photo shoot, her biggest debut has yet to arrive--Teeth!!! But she can still gum up a paper with fierce efficiency. Read on for the letter to Maren on this first month over the crest of halfway!!




MareBear,
When I met your father I thought for sure that he was my one and only love. Seven months after meeting you for the first time, I find myself thinking that that was quite a silly notion. Because while its certainly a different version of love, the way I feel about you can be described in no other way.

I suppose Ive loved you since well before you were born. I loved the idea of you. Then I loved the thought of you. Then I loved the weight of you and the feeling of your flutters and kicks. Then I loved the look of you--so bright eyed and skeptical within your first few moments of joining the outside world. And eventually I loved the sound of you--that one took a little longer to warm up to what with your initial crying breaking my sleep patterns every two hours and the continuation of those cries breaking my concentration, my heart, and occasionally my sanity. I still go back and forth on loving the smell of you, depending on whether its dirty diaper or fresh bath. But I always love being with you.

And the time I spend with you remains special and endearing as I watch you grow and change. Just one month ago you had just discovered the life changing act of rolling. Initially you weren't too fond of it, seeming to see it as more of a hassle and needless exertion rather than a thrill. However, a week or two later the occasional roll became the preferred mode of transportation, carrying you across a room in an impressive 3-5 minutes, even less if something caught your covetous eye like a remote control, cell phone, or cat. Now that we're a few more weeks removed from that first roll, the flip happens in a blink, and within an instant you are falling off a changing pad, dangerously close to the edge of the bed, within centimeters of your noggin meeting a sharp furniture corner, or just irritating mom and dad as you flop around like a fish out of water when we try to change your soiled diaper.

And still, as your sixth month came to a close and you reached the seven month milestone you moved on to yet another outlet for your energy...the pre crawl. Youre constantly rocking on all fours, pulling your crib bumper down like a jail bird to see what lays beyond that aquamarine fuzzy fabric. Youve finally done enough ab work to graduate to a steady sitter, where you play with rattles, blocks, anything with lights, books, or your own toes for what seems like eternity but what is actually about 10 minutes. Theres always a point where you decide youre done with the strenuous core strengthening that sitting provides and you voluntarily slump to the side and resume a more youthful position on your back or belly.

Sadly your disdain for all foods other than sweet potatoes and squash is still in full effect but hopefully repeat exposure, or old fashioned forced feeding, will add wisdom and variety to your tastebuds. Speaking of buds, your two front teeth are arriving, albeit on some kind of slow train akin to overcrowded public transit with mechanical problems. Every week I think this is the week we will see those little gems that have been causing you so much discomfort for so many months, but each week your gums just get to be a paler shade of pink with no enamel breaking the surface. Maybe next week...yeah right!

By the time the teeth make their long awaited debut, Im sure you'll be a changed girl once again, and we too, as parents will be changed as well. According to the expert baby book authors, month seven may bring separation anxiety and feelings of stranger danger and it seems like you might have been reading those books because youre right on track with your increased neediness and desire to be with your father or I at all times. Lucky for you we both adore you so being held captive by your desires is not a terrible fate for us just yet, unless its one of those moments when you smell like a dirty diaper, then its time for a quick game of paper-rock-scissors to see who wins the chance to spend even more time with you engaging in the fish flopping action of a diaper change on a girl who wants nothing more than to ride her changing pad like a pony.

Looking forward to a fun seventh month. Love you endlessly,

Momma

BabyKakes

Thank you to Aunt Carly for gifting Maren this onesie as a tribute to her in utero name--babycakes.

The Half Way Point

Six months?! Wow, Really?! I struggle to believe that I have known you for half a year already. You've seen the tree leaves change colors, fall to the ground, and grow green once again. You've experienced your first Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter and Mothers Day. You rang in a new year and helped to celebrate your grandma and momma's birthdays. So much accomplished in a handful of months, and so much more yet to come before we make a full turn of the calendar.

This month you have really started to develop a personality, and grow a lot of hair ;) You smile, A LOT, which lights up my heart and tightens the hold you have over your father. You also laugh a lot more these days, sometimes completely unprovoked which makes me so happy that you find life in general so humorous! I often wonder what you will end up liking to do when you get older, as you seem so interested in anything that plays music, makes noise or flickers light. I have a feeling that your preferences might give me headaches or seizures in the future! Sadly, no matter how much I try, you seem very bored with books. Perhaps you are too young to enjoy these pursuits just yet. Or perhaps you are your father's child and are simply not much of a book person.

New this month is your proclivity for side sleeping and ability to roll. You've also started putting your hands up and whining when you want to be picked up. Granted, the whining is not something Id encourage, but I do find it endearing that you want to be close to us and Im ecstatic that I can finally communicate with you, at some level. It also seems that you love brown rice cereal, tolerate avocados, and much to my dismay, are not a fan of bananas. Im seriously hoping that you come around to the bananas because Im nursing a serious love affair with this fruit from the south and Id like to share my excitement with you.

Im sorry I dont have any wisdom to impart this month. Still, its been fun spending your days with you and I look forward to a summer full of priceless moments to come.

Love you much,

Momma

Happy Half Birthday Maren!!

Lucky for Maren, we celebrated her half birthday today with a delicious cupcake and a quick song. Lucky for us, Maren cant eat cupcakes and the bakery had a $10 credit card minimum purchase so Kake and I got to indulge in 5 different cupcakes this weekend. Im pretty certain that we enjoyed her 6 month milestone far more than she did. Regardless, HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY MAREN!!!!!