Friday, November 14, 2014

Dear Tom // 9 months



Oh Tommy..

Your dad and I watched you sleeping this morning in just your nappy, sprawled out across the bed and said you're not a baby anymore. The last couple of months have been hard for both of us. You've been sick with a cold and a suspected tummy bug and you're frustrated as hell. We go out every day cos you get cabin fever I swear. This age has been really difficult but before I know it it will be over so Im trying to just savour the good stuff.

You are more and more like your dad every day - always smiling but moody as hell when something isn't right. You are such a happy kid when you're out and about and occupied so we try to get out a lot. This last month however has at times felt like I'm walking on eggshells - You can snap at any minute.. although maybe I'm just sensitive to your crying. You pull on my legs whinging and carrying on until you're picked up, and then you want to touch everything up at my height. Apparently there is a separation anxiety thing that happens around this time and it couldn't be more obvious. We just laugh when you simply can not sit with Dave and have to be touching me at all times (and will go to extraordinary lengths to get to me). You hate the bath, and having your face wiped.. and having your nappy changed, or getting dressed, or getting in the car/pram haha you hate to be constrained or doing something you don't want to - yep, you are your father.

I know I'm your mum, but people comment on how gorgeous you are every single day. Your blonde hair and big blue/green eyes are always topped off with a big grin flashing your little teeth. "He's gonna break a few hearts", they say. You love food. The other day we stopped for lunch and you completely smashed a sushi roll. The little Asian man kept saying "I cannot believe it - I have never seen a baby eat sushi before". You laugh when we say "I love you" - your Nonna taught you that. You love watching the planes come in and we sit outside watching them every day. You are such an inquisitive little thing. You can't go past a door handle without touching it and inspecting it. You love hinges and bolts and latches. You are constantly moving, even if its just your hand scratching a surface, up until the second you sleep and even then you are not still.

As challenging as its been, my love for you is so big. When I sing you to sleep (after you've gone mental and start to give in) and you float off in my arms, I could cry every time. Im so lucky our breastfeeding journey is still going strong. I've enjoyed it far more than I thought I would and you've flourished from it too. Some days its hard and I'm over it, but others it flows so seamlessly.. so we'll just see where it goes. I love life so much more with you in it kiddo. It sure teaches you a few things about yourself. Lets see where the next month takes us.





1 comment:

  1. Oh this made me a little teary! Tom is the most wonderful little boy and you are such an amazing Mum, Leah! Reading this, it's like I could be writing about Everly at that age - the pulling on the legs, the whining and crying. It does get easier, and soon they'll be off playing for hours on end and you'll actually be able to sit down with a cup of tea! X

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