K was born with a head full of hair. Much of it fell out during her first few months, but several strands in the back remained, leaving her with an interesting do (some would say it looked like a mullet, and fortunately for those individuals I won't name names). She turned 9-months old today, and so to go along with her big-girl age we cut off the last of her baby hair. It is also part of the Navajo custom not to cut her hair until she says her first word, her favorite word is "dada." She also loves saying, "dooda," while shaking her head side to side. (dooda means "no" in Navajo).
Within the past three weeks, six teeth have arrived. Four on the top, two on the bottom, eight all together, and twelve more to go. K's handling it quite well, with the occasional help of Berry-flavored Motrin and Cherry-flavored Tylenol.
Due to unfortunate circumstances, we were unable to make it home for the holidays. We originally planned on leaving for Hawaii on Christmas Eve, but flights and timing didn't work in our favor. K's presents arrived in January from grandparents, friends and loved ones. Thank you for the gifts, cards and love. Everything tastes so good!
A Hawaiian and Arizonian who have been married for 13 years, lived in New England for 8 years and now reside in the Midwest. With our two daughters, we're now Hoosiers in training.