Month Nine

Dear $am,

I thought I would try something different with your name this month, in honor of the recording artist Ke$ha. Hey, if she can do it, why can’t I? It also reflects our “all about the benjamins” attitude and penchant for untalented hip hop artists in the Drlich household. Holla!



So, about you and this month. Well, I think you have kicked nine months ass. You are one badass baby, if I say so myself. Your energy level is terrifying, and the energy you omit from your little, chubby body is electric. You are either super duper happy, or super duper pissed. Thank goodness it is mostly happy. I seem to piss you off quite a bit when I stop you from inserting your fingers into the electrical sockets, after, of course you have scraped out the plastic childproofing thingies. Yes, conventional methods of childproofing are no match for you. You laugh in the faces of plastic doo-hickeys.

Your gross motor skills are coming along very quickly. You have already mastered the stairs, although we aren’t dumb enough to let you scale them on your own. Because, with swift advancement of the motor skills also comes a “no fear” policy. You have not a fear in the world. You also can stand on your own, and have attempted to take a step. Most of those attempts are met with a face plant to the ground or a sideswipe of a corner of something. Yay for us.



I think my favorite thing about you right now, is the way you want to be next to Abe all of the time. Whenever Abe is playing with his trains at his train table, you excitedly crawl over, pull yourself up right next to him, and reach for a train. It usually lasts about 30 seconds, because the next thing you do is either smack the train on the table, or rip a piece of track off and pound the train with it. Of course, Abe’s world crashes down around him and he starts screaming, which in turn, makes you scream. And then sometimes, if we are lucky, you both laugh at each other. That is my favorite.

Even though I see that the future between you and me will involve a lot of “NO!!!!” and “DANGER!!!” I am beginning to notice a relationship that is a little different between me and Abe. You are my little party man, and always up for a good time. When Abe and your Daddy need their “alone time” me and you can go rock it out somewhere. I am not sure what that means, but hopefully we will find out.



You wake up every morning at 5:30 a.m. NO MATTER WHAT. I can’t complain though, because you sleep all night long, and a few months ago that was not the case. Usually I just lay in bed for a couple minutes to muster up the motivation to sit up and walk the 30 feet it is to your room. But, when I get there you smile so wide and do little baby jumps in the crib. I can’t complain with that morning greeting, even if it is going to be dark for two more hours. You are like my little sun – and what do you know that is what your name means. Samson means “of the sun” or “radiant and mighty.” I really don’t think I could describe you any better than that.

Love,
Mama