Hello there interwebs. Failing in my duties as boastful mother again.
My precious and
angelic Moxie Wren is ten months old as of yesterday. She celebrated by
ushering in what I am hoping will be the next era of uninterrupted sleep. Night
three and counting so I call that a win and slumber success. With much anticipation
from that of her grandmother (that would be Mimi) she finally cut her first
tooth which Scout applauded with gratuitous clapping. Truth be told she was
less than impressed with her younger sister’s dental achievement and returned
to her daily regimen of shadowing her older brother’s every movement, word, and
deed almost immediately.
Unfortunately
the past month or so Moxie has had a runny nose that if the past serves as any indication for the future, seems to take up residence
as soon as the leaves begin to fall from the trees, and doesn’t vacate until
the buds emerge and we all breathe a sigh of relief as spring shows that it does in
fact trump winter after all.
(I’m not
already bitter about the long winter months ahead, not at all).
We celebrated
her first Halloween with the tradition of mother imposed costume choices for
all. They bear my dictatorship well, I might add. My three little pigs happily ‘oinked’
all around and begged for candy with reckless abandon.
Her calm and
peaceful demeanor remain her hallmark and she continues to grow both in spirit
and in ankle and wrist rolls. At her nine month appointment she weighed in at
just under 20 pounds and was 27 inches long. She is the most Longenecker/Cronin
of the three little Neckers that we have proudly populated your world with. The
other two scream Genn/Wilson as loudly as they possibly can.
Trust me, they do. A lot.
Two more months
until we celebrate one year of her blessing in our family!
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