Last week, Martha turned nine months. Which means she’s been outside of me longer than she was inside. It’s a weird little milestone, but it brings me back to that wonderful day when she sped into our world. Martha was born at 10:23 in the morning 40 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. Um, phew.
She’s a typical third child rolling with her punches, which lately involve a lot of tugging. She probably thinks her name is “Gentle, gentle.”
The girl can smile.
And nowadays she’s hard to keep track of as she’s crawling with zeal.
We’re minutes away from an upper tooth outbreak, but for now the bottom pair will have to do.
She was born with hair, but her current style is more reminiscent of Beetlejuice than anything else.
I look at this happy baby, exploring her world and gleefully following every move her siblings make, and I can’t believe it’s only been 9 months since we met her. Mark and I always marvel at the amazing development a child goes through in their first year of life. From the first moments after birth when their warm and dark aquatic life instantly becomes bright, cold and breath-filled to smiling to sitting to eating to walking… that’s an incredible range!
It’s still a little early to tell what sort of a little person Martha will be, but she’s perpetually happy, a tough cookie, and she’s already got an opinion. In another nine months, she’ll be chasing after her brother and sister on foot, talking, … far from the 7 lb, 6 oz. bundle of sweetness who made her debut on February 21, 2012.
It all goes by so fast, huh? Happy inside outside to our sweet Martha!