I’m writing this post a month late… Littlest One’s tenth month was a blur, and not because of her. Moving with three young kids is a lot. A lot of crazy, a lot of tired. Especially at the end of summer when kids have been out of their school structure for two months, and right before kindergarten starts and your five-year old is adjusting to all of that while you’re trying to settle in. Our three-year old had to get used to having her own room again. The baby still wasn’t (and isn’t) sleeping through the night, and her little cries sound way louder in a big empty house, so that doesn’t help the ‘adjusting’ three-year old… But we did it, we’re in, and we LOVE the new place!
But all that’s off topic. Littlest One is 10 months! I. Love. This. Stage. These last few months of her first year are flying by. So today, I’m extremely grateful that I do monthly photos and posts, because the only time in September I used my camera at home was for her monthly photos and CJ’s first day of school. If I didn’t have this holding me accountable, I would have missed capturing LO entirely!
What did this month bring? LO saying ‘dada’ — her first word. Pulling herself up on everything, and learning to stand flat on her feet (it’s amazing how babies can kinda comfortably stand with their feet curled under them). Crawling everywhere and getting faster by the day. Learning all the new things to get in trouble with — outlets, stairs, door stops. Her favorite new toy is our LED plug-in night light in the hall. We spent the first month here with a TV box blocking the top of the basement stairs while we waited on the right baby gate. Oh, and she was terrified of the movers. Stranger Danger. She wouldn’t let me out of her grasp while they packed our house, and ditto for moving-in day. Grammy to the rescue — she took LO to her house for most of the day, where my baby girl played happily and then finally relaxed and took a long nap on Grammy. Isn’t that the best? When she returned to the new house to assist me in directing the movers, again, she wouldn’t let go of me… poor thing!
Her new nursery is a work in progress, but it’s fun to share a peak… I’ve moved the crib around based on lighting (of course). Her new rug debuts in the 11-month photos, and curtains are ready to be hung as soon as I get the right hardware for both black-outs and sheers (again, a photography choice… we just need blackouts, but the sheers create some yummy photo ops). While she now has one of the darker bedrooms, I’m loving the space because it’s just soothing and peaceful.
This month was a blur, and I regret not taking more photos. I’m grateful that this transitional time is behind us. Looking at my sparse Lightroom photo catalog, I recognize that my exhaustion and overwhelm with too many to-do’s really impacts how much I use the camera. This is my third baby, I know this stage is amazing and short-lived, and I know it’s kinda my favorite time. So I’ve put the camera on the kitchen island. I resolve to use it more, especially in these last few weeks of her first year.
Last point: reading the headlines these days, learning of the horrific things going on around the world… often I find whatever I’m reading unfathomable, really. I’m aware I am very, very lucky that my “big” problems are adjusting my kids to new spaces and new routines, and my own tiredness and unending to-do’s post-move. And for that, I am so very grateful. And maybe that’s one of my motives to keep writing about the baby milestones and joys, obstacles, and everyday activities of motherhood… because it’s relatable, and it can bring us back down to earth when some other things we read are just too hard to process. It can help us to take a breath and ground us so we can better understand the world around us, our place and role in it, and how we will raise our children in it.