I have loved each month more than the last. You are so much fun, everyday brings more and more joy; and for once, I'm not sad to greet the new age.
You are so happy. You have the biggest, sweetest smile that makes your nose wrinkle and my heart explode. You have the chubbiest, most kissable cheeks. Your laugh is contagious and always lifts my spirit.
At 9 months:
You talk and talk and talk.
You make thee funniest noises: "angry" raspberries, shrieks and squeaks, and (my favorite) when we clap our hand over your mouth or jiggle your lips.
You are in the beginning phases of cruising and took 3 steps while holding my hand!
You love to pull yourself up, especially on the changing table, and will stand without holding on to anything/anyone for a few seconds before falling on your bum.
|Nakey Baby Alert!|
You are crawling (backwards and slowly) and getting into everything!
|(She started out near the toys.)|
YOU ARE SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!!! I want to scream it from the mountaintops, I'm so proud and SO grateful. All thanks to CIO, too.
You are no longer bed-sharing with me and Daddy.
You are still working through separation anxiety.
You started eating cheerios because Grammy is hella sneaky and you are quite good at eating with your fingers.
You have been introduced to the following foods: Pears, Sweet Po, Oatmeal, Acorn Squash, Banana, Apples, Carrots, Green Beans and Peas to date (and in that order, I think). Bring on the Stage 2 foods!
You had one whole month without any poopy problems (thank you, thank you, thank you!), but um, your poops have gotten wicked stinky. I nearly faint when rinsing your diapers.
You celebrated your first Thanksgiving with lots of family and lots of acorn squash.
You're slowly starting to wave and imitate noises.
You love everything that you shouldn't...pens, glasses, mail, cell phones, younameit. Needless to say, you have forced me to lower my germophobe threshold substantially.
|What're you lookin' at? This is MY ornament.|
You are still a great breastfeeder!
You have two teeth.
You weigh (approximately) 23 pounds,which puts you in the 95th percentile. You are getting so thin, Babes - you really stretched out this month!
You are (approximately) 29 inches long, which puts you in the 90th percentile.
You are wearing size 12 month clothing and size Large diapers.
Your hair is getting long and thick; you have the funniest little hairs that stick out over your ears.
We love you, Princess, more than anything. Thank you for being the happy, healthy baby that you are.
Also, Daddy and I are making bets on when you'll start walking. I think it'll be sometime this month, and Daddy thinks it'll be next month. (I get a candlelight dinner if I win...soooooo let's get to work!)