Ten Months Old

Today Rachel celebrated her 10-month-old birthday. She celebrated it by not hardly taking any nap at all, but she ended up going down for the night (at least so far) at 7:00. It is possible that she will wake up at 4:30 in the morning (but I really, really, really hope not!).

Update the following morning – dateline – July 23, 2008: Rachel did not wake up until 7:45 am. Yes, that is over 12 hours. You know how when you change a diaper that is barely wet, you think, “well that was a wasted diaper!”? Well, the diaper that served Rachel’s needs last night gave its full measure of devotion. It gave until it hurt. It was the opposite of a wasted diaper! I am very grateful to that particular diaper that served faithfully and true to the very end. (Get it? The end?)

So yesterday we were outside. I was harvesting green beans and tomatoes from the garden. Rachel was playing in the dirt. As we were coming inside, I had Rachel in my arm, and in the same hand I was carrying my bountiful harvest. I went to open the storm door, and with my other arm occupied, Rachel took advantage of the situation, and fast as lightening, grabbed one of the cherry tomatoes and popped it into her mouth, and chomped down. Out of her mouth squirted seeds and tomato juice. Since the damage was done, I went ahead and helped her eat the rest of the tomato. The skin was a little tough, so she only ate the inside. She seemed to enjoy it.

Here she is with the tomato seeds on her shirt:


Rachel also tasted her first pickle this past weekend. She really enjoyed it. She ate the juicy part of one and a half dill pickle spears. (No skin.) Needless to say, that was a poop to remember!

3 Replies to “Ten Months Old”

  1. And so here is another comment for you. Thank you for leaving me a memory! My memory of you is us all sitting in the back of Grandpa’s truck and you singing/shouting to the car behind us, “This land is my land, this land ain’t your land. I’ve got a shotgun, and you ain’t got one. If you don’t get off, I’ll blow your head off. This land is private property.” You were always so cool and for some reason, that really solidified it for me.

  2. I can’t believe your 10 month old likes tomatos. I am still trying to convince my 13 year old that they are not “disgusting”!

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