You are 39 weeks old this week.
Busy, busy, busy! and go, go, go! are what come to mind when I think about the stage you are in. You are 9 months old today and just this past week started pulling up on things AND crawling forward - which means you are a tornado and a hurricane all rolled into one.
Right now you are in your Jumperoo having a "talk" with me. "Ahhrahhhrahhrahhh!" you tell me, and then proceed to blow raspberries with your lips. You are sticking your finger in your mouth and are bouncing barefoot on your chubby little toes. Your 2nd toe on each foot is longer than your big toe on each foot, which I find adorable. Just like daddy!
"Ah-rah-rah-rah. AHHHHHH!"
There is no sense in trying to keep the living room picked up - you are into EVERYTHING. You are so curious about your world. The days of sitting you on the floor and having you play with a toy are over. If you see a toy across the room - it's yours. Biscuit keeps bringing you a dog bone to chew on, which we have to keep intercepting. You want to pull up on anything and have no problem falling over and trying all over again. You are a tough little booger.
We had to lower the mattress in your crib because you had pulled yourself up and started gnawing on your bed rail. The mattress is so low, I hate it! Before, I was able to change you in there if you were full of piss and vinegar and it was more like wrestling a bag of snakes than just a little baby. Now there is no way.
This past weekend we took you to the Christmas parade in our hometown of Fulton. We always go to your Gramma T's house because the parade passes right by her house. Before the parade began, Santa Claus was making his way down the street visiting with all the kiddos. He stopped to say hello to you and give you a candy cane!
The Fulton parade has never been impressive, but it has always been a tradition to go see it for me and your Daddy. We watched the small high school band go by. It was sad. When your Daddy and I were in band, he played saxophone and I played flute. The band was so big it took up an entire block in the street. I think there were about 20 flutes alone when I marched, and I only counted 4 during this parade.
We also took you to get your 9 Month Pics taken. I was so excited because your 6 month photos had gone so well, I was sure you were going to ham it up all over again. I dressed you in Christmas attire and we found out on the way there that your shoes didn't fit (big surprise!). So we ran into Sears and found some boots really quick for you to wear during your pics. Then it was photo time. And guess what? You were not having it. No smiles. All you wanted to do was crawl and stick your tongue out. We had to take the boots off because they were bothering you. And when she busted out the Christmas tree background you started swatting at it and then started to cry. However, out of the 15 photos we had to choose from, there were some really good ones.
9 months....wow....where does the time go?!
Love,
Momma
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