Happy ten months, dear Hazel!  You are fun, fun, fun.  Always up for an adventure and a slobbery kiss.  

You crawl at surprisingly fast speeds and look like a little doll with your perfect coordination.  You can stand with only one hand holding on to the furniture and I think you’ll start practicing standing independently soon.  You babble constantly and I hear dada dada and mama mama sounds from you often, though it’s not entirely clear if you are addressing us or not.  You follow your brother around like he’s your hero.  

Your greatest ambition is to get inside the pantry to play with the broom, or to escape the gate and climb the stairs.  You like to dance and bounce and sing and laugh.  Your temper is still a force to behold, but those frowns are always quickly replaced by grins.  

You’re back to sleeping through the night and usually take two solid naps a day.  You love to eat and we have started ordering you your own dishes at cafes.  You went to the nursery at church for the first time today, and I think it was harder for mama than you.  

I can’t overstate how much joy you bring to us, baby girl.  Our life with you and your brother is rich and sweet.