105.

It's dangerous to have two teeth

when you're so new to it.

The fingers you've been gnawing on

can now be badly bit.

For someone little, just like you,

you've got to be awares:

there's things a'growin in your mouth

that often come in pairs.

The lesson learned by Phoebe dear

on this momentous day:

Fingers don't go in the mouth.

'Cause teeth aren't meant for play.

104.

Penelope, we named our girl

and a nickname wouldn't fit.

Penny didn't seem quite right

for her, our Little Bit.

We scratched our heads and finally said,

tradition's out, by golly.

Even though it's ne'er been done,

we're gonna call her Polly!

103.

Polly pulled herself right up

and stood up on the ground.

She used a little toy-filled box

to stand and look around.

Mommy noticed right away

how big and tall she stood,

and Polly played with all the toys

as steady as she could.

We're proud of all she's learned so far

in these few months, now nine.

Our little premie at four pounds,

she's growing up just fine.

102.

We have a little chatterbox

talking all the time.

She talks and talks and talks and talks.

She'd make an awful mime!

She makes up little stories

about her toys and all her friends.

The rest she fills with questions.

The noise, it never ends.

But listening quite closely

to the little things she says,

I hear those clever sayings

from my darling little PEZ.

101.

Polly is a stepping stone.

That's what Phoebe thinks.

Polly'll be sitting upright,

till fast as she just blinks,

Phoebe waves a sturdy arm

and Polly's on her face.

Then Phoebe crawls right on over

like a little leap-frog race.

I'm not so sure why Phoebe thinks

she needs her sister's back.

She'd better plan another route

'fore Polly learns to smack.

100.

Playing together means taking one toy

and passing it back to each other.

Wait til I hand it; don't grab or I'll cry,

and then we'll get scolded by Mother.

From your hand to mine with detours to mouths,

it's all about tasting and feeling.

But be patient and kind while I'm taking my turn.

Playing's 'bout sharing, not stealing.

99.

Inspiration isn't easy
when my eyes are looking down.
My soul is turning inward
and it needs to turn around.

Stress is weighing down
and I'm putting up some walls.
The fight is quite an effort
when the inner demon calls.

Cognizant each choice,
whether positive or not,
impacts my daily living:
Time to fight with all I've got.

98.

Sticky faces. Sticky hands.

Sticky bibs, trays too.

Eating food is a great big mess,

but so much fun to do.

We love to pick up little chunks

of carrots, apples, peas.

If we want more we will fuss

because we can't say, "Please."

The sign for "eat" we're learning fast.

It's not that hard to do.

But we're not sure yet how to sign,

"Mama, now we're through."

97.

Blowing raspberries with oatmeal.

A big ol' pppllbbtthh to you.

Better clean us quick, Mama.

That stuff turns to glue.

Bellies full, wearing great big grins.

Let us down to play.

Crawling all around the floor.

Learning more each day!

96.

It's not that I've been lazy.

Life has been so crazy.

Ok, so maybe some.
So that excuse is dumb

and ever quite so hazy.

95.

Phoebe's favorite toy

is a tiny little giraffe.

She played with it for quite some time,

nearly an hour and a half.

Polly loves to play with spoons,

just like sister Paige.

She too would crawl around with spoons

when she was Polly's age.

It's fun to see which toys they pick

to play with every day.

And mostly it's a box or bag

with which they want to play.

94.

IDK

what to say.

Fuh reals man I am stuck.

I'm finna write

this neways

and then say WTF!

93.

Phoebe sits with one leg forward,

one leg facing back.

She moves just like a Weeble Wobble

on a silly little track.

She lays right down on all her fours,

belly on the ground,

then she pushes up to sit

while twisting 'round and 'round.

This laying down and sitting up

is a clever way to move.

The way she travels here to there,

we call Phoebe's Little Groove.

92.

Phoebe's got a tooth.
It seemed to sneak right in.
She bit down on my finger
and then looked up with a grin.

No fussy, crying nights.
No drooling on the chin.
She just sat right there
with a great big smile
while her toofer came right in!