Catherine turned 9 months old this past weekend. Not sure how that happened, but here she is, all big and not a newborn any more. Crawling around everywhere, pulling herself up on furniture, being cute and happy all the time.
We are all enjoying every single second with her, the only problem is those seconds are going by way too fast. Kent comes home from work every day and kindly asks her if she could stop growing so fast, but she doesn't seem to be very obliging.
Her crib is in our room, every night as I pass her on my way to bed, I stop and just stare at her for a minute or ten. I stroke her hair and tuck it behind her little ear as I fight the urge to pick her up and carry her into bed with me so I can snuggle with her. She just looks so peaceful with her little hand holding her face like they do every night. It's her thing. See:
This is how I always find her. Isn't she sweet?
I guess it won't be long before I'm posting about her first steps, and first words and all those other milestones that are just around the corner, but for right now I'm just going to hang on to the last few seconds I have left in this day, and go watch her sleep.
Good Night!