We had your 9 month checkup last week. You are 20lbs and 28 1/2 inches. Growing just like you should.
We saw the cardiologist before your pediatrician and you are in the clear. No more heart appointments. It's such a relief!
The last few weeks have been a blur.
You've learned so many new "tricks" in such a short time.
You can now shake your head "no". It's quite funny. I think you purposely do things you shouldn't just to hear me say "no" so you can shake your cute little head and smile at me.
You say "mama". Your dad argues that you aren't really saying it but you only say it when I am home.
You love peek-a-boo. Not like before when you giggled at me. Now you like to be the one doing the hiding. You lean your head down or put a blanket over your head then pop up real fast. I die from cuteness overload every time.
You are a champ crib sleeper now. I'm glad I waited for you to get older. You are set in your routine and you don't put up a fuss.
You are still nursing. Well, that's more of an accomplishment for me. Anyway, the problem is you have zero interest in a sippy cup. Zero.
You love Lael. Like seriously. Even more than you love her you love her hair. You have made pulling her beads your new favorite pastime. When I'm doing her hair you pick up the brush to help.
You love to eat. Anything. Everything. It's a challenge for me to eat around you. But I like that you aren't picky.
You are a speed crawler. The baby gate stays up 24/7. And now you've learned to climb on things. Dude. Slow down. There's time for that later.
You have brought so much joy to this house. Your laughter. The way you squeal when I come home. The way you mock the sounds I make.
I'm so in love with you. Especially how much you made me laugh during our photo shoot. You giggled every time the camera flashed.
Such a goofy goober.