I’m writing to you on a plane for your 10 month birthday. These last three months have been full of trips and late nights working after you’re in bed. I left you at 230 this morning and won’t get to put you to bed for another week. Working is hard. Leaving you is harder.
You are a good eater and love to feed yourself. Your favorites are red meat sauce, bananas, eggs, cheese, and mango chicken curry rice. You hate any and all things green. (Except kiwi, but you threw up all over Daddy last time you had some so Daddy hates kiwi.)
We have seen the beginnings of your first tooth – just one starting to peek out into the world. No baby dentures! Your mom’s illogical fear has been assuaged.
You spend most time on your feet these days, pulling yourself up on anything and everything. It seems like any day, you’ll just let go and wander around the house. You climb onto the couch and up the stairs. You love bouncing and when you run with Daddy around the house and your Valentine’s balloon that we keep in the guest room.
You don’t hate the pool and even cracked a tiny smile one time. You love other kids and are so chatty, a feature no one expected since your parents are so demure.
Oh my gosh, and your blankie. It fixes everything. You lay your face down on it anywhere just for a second before you keep moving. You also do this to Kitty. He is mostly tolerant and I think secretly likes the attention.
I love you so big, little bear. I can’t wait to come home to you in a few days.