10 Months Old and Going Strong

Well, as some of you are aware, our "Little Beepa", "Bean Pie", "Stinky Bean", turned 10 months old this past Sunday. Hard to believe. Jake and I were just talking about how we can't even really remember our lives before Layla (okay, that's a slight exaggeration, but you catch our drift). She's brought so much happiness, excitement and peace (yes, I said peace) to our lives and continues to do so each day we wake up and walk into her bedroom to see her smiling face. And yes, she seriously wakes up each a.m., sits up in her crib, starts babbling and by the time we walk in, she's there to greet us with a GIANT smile from ear to ear with her eyes squinted. Melts our hearts, every time.

Yesterday, Layla had her 10 month check up. All went well (except for the part where they had to take blood to check her iron levels (routine)... she didn't like that they were trying to hold her arm in place but was fine after they let her go and just gave them a look like, "Don't TOUCH me!")... She's maintaining her weight at a solid 24lbs (down to the 97th percentile from the 115th, so that's good news, right?) and is 30 inches long. Ears are lookin' good and she's healthy as a horse (knock on wood). While we were in the dr's office, waiting for Layla's doctor to come in, the fire alarms went off and the entire clinic had to be evacuated. I was so rattled I almost ran outside with Beepa in only a diaper. Thankfully Jake was there w/his voice of reason. He looked at me like I was drunk and said, "Um, we're not going down in flames anytime soon, let's just put her clothes on shall we?" Uh, yeah, sure. Seems harmless. Our appointment was delayed by two hours only to find out that burnt popcorn was what triggered the alarms and brought the entire Hartford F.D. to the hospital. Nice.

Next week, our little big girl will be moving from the "young infant" room at daycare to the "older infant" room. My God! Where does the time go!! The biggest difference between the two rooms is that Layla will get to play with babies that are motoring around just like she is and she'll be sitting at a big girl table for lunch instead of a high chair. It'll be good for her, as the babies in her room now are too little to crawl and Layla thinks they're dolls. I remember when Layla was that little, and the older babies were learning to crawl. I used to get so mad and would complain to Jake about how the little germ mongrels were crawling all over her, dirtying her up and sticking their fat little fingers in her mouth. And there was nothing she could do about it because she was tiny and helpless and just laid there in her boppy! Now look, I'm a mama of one of those little "germ mongrels" who motors around trying to hug the "dolls". Awwwwe.

I'll post pics this weekend of our growing baby girl. Everyone keeps telling us how everyday with a baby / child is better than the day before. When they say it, we always think, "How can it get any better than this?" ... it always does.