Dear Moses,
The big news of the month is that you started walking! You took your first real steps almost two weeks ago. We were at your aunt Jessica's house playing with cousins and you walked to me! I was so surprised! You took ten steps with a proud smile on your face. It was such a great moment because Jessica and Rachelle were there to see it too, but I immediately burst into tears. This whole watching you grow up thing is not for the faint of heart. The fact that you're walking now takes you one step further away from your babyhood and I can hardly stand it! I don't know what I'm going to do once you're not my baby anymore.
You finally seem to have kicked whatever was ailing your gut for so long. You've only had diarrhea a few times here and there the past few weeks. I'm so glad it's slowed down because that was really sad last month! I felt so desperate and helpless about what to do. The labs we had done of your stool all came back normal. I was grateful that there was nothing serious wrong but I felt frustrated that no one was ever able to figure out what was wrong. I mean, it was really bad. One day, you had diarrhea 20 times in a 24 hour period. Your diaper rash was horrible and I could tell you felt awful. I cut all fruits, veggies, and dairy out of your diet for a few weeks and basically only fed you carbs and proteins. I also gave you probiotics every day for weeks, which seemed to help quite a bit. I'm so glad you're feeling better!
The messes continue! You are a tornado! You are into everything, all day, every day. You love unloading the tupperware drawer, the cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink, food off the shelves of the pantry, beauty products from under my bathroom sink, and unrolling toilet paper. One of your great loves these days is the shower squeegee. You love to crawl into the wet shower after I get out and "clean" the glass. You're not very effective but are enthusiastic, so that's all I ask. :) Sometimes I feel frustrated about all of the messes, but I try to remind myself that you won't always be around to make them, so I might as well embrace them and enjoy them while they last!
You're still nursing great! I stopped pumping when you were sick and having diarrhea all the time because you were waking up so much in the night. Since you're feeling better, I haven't started up again. I feel a little guilty about it and worried that I'm going to lose my milk supply, but it's been a few weeks now and I actually think it's fine. Honestly, it's been kind of nice to not have to stand at the bathroom sink and pump before bed every night. You're still nursing 4 times a day. Once when you wake up in the morning, before your morning nap, before your afternoon nap, and at bedtime. I'm really hoping to continue nursing until you're two! I'm not going to tell anyone this because some people consider it "weird," but since we both love it so much, why stop prematurely just because of what society thinks?
Church with you is getting SOOOOOOOO hard. I left Relief Society with you in tears last week. You kept crawling up to the front of the classroom and repeatedly banging on the piano. Even after I closed it, you still figured out how to lift up the cover and play. The last straw was when you crawled up to the TV and unplugged it while the teacher was showing a video clip. She had to boot everything back up, re-enter her password, and start the video again. It took her a few minutes and it was so embarrassing! I was already feeling frustrated when this happened and you finally left me in tears. It feels so pointless sometimes to even go with you because you make it so hard. Your dad and I end up walking in the halls with you most of the time anyway. Three more months until nursery! I can't wait!!!
I love spending all of my time with you. You're a fun little sidekick, always making me laugh. I can't help but be happy around you. You brighten the room with your cheesy little grin and your enthusiasm for life. You're always so excited about everything around you. You're curious and determined. I love that about you. Keep up the good work, Mo Mo.
Lots of love,
Mama
