Yes it's true, my little boy, my last born, one of two loves of my life, is NINE months. I can not believe it either. Where are earth has the time gone? It feels like yesterday (really) that I was watching (trying to watch) Hurt Locker, and I was starting to have contractions...
This little guy melts my heart. The joy he gives me is hard to put into words. I don't mind waking up early on Saturday mornings with him. It's our time, just me and my little boy. I also don't mind when he cries in the middle of the night and he comes into my bed... when he does sleep in his own bed all night long. I miss him. He loves to laugh, and LOVES his big sister. He can light up a room when he is happy, and you know when he is not. He has a bit of temper that is starting to emerge, but I love it. He loves trying new foods. He pretty much will not eat baby jar food anymore, he would rather the good stuff off my plate. He doesn't like to be left alone, and will crawl to where ever he hears noise. He has found the love for stairs, and thinks it's ok to climb them... (got to stair number four today with grandma...gates are up.) He LOVES toys, and loves to sit on your lap while playing with them. He pulls himself up on everything, and loves to let go, and boy is he proud of himself when he does so, and he makes sure you are watching every moment. He is beginning to walk around the couches holding on, and getting more daring everyday. Don't let his chunkiness fool you, he may look like a big boy, but he is only in the 40th percentile in weight, and 4, yes I said FOUR in height, which means he is 19 lbs and 26 inches. OH! Did I mention he has two front teeth... Goodness, I love this boy.
cute pictures! wow 9 months did fly by. can't wait to meet your little guys!
Posted by: maggie | December 12, 2010 at 07:45 AM