Nine

Hello Little Man,

You are nine months old (as of eleven days ago). You now have three teeth. You stand on your own for a few seconds at a time. You walk by pushing your lion cart thingy across the living room floor. You annoy "Mamamamama" by constantly enticing the dog to lick your fingers while eating - during every.single.meal. You kiss and hug the cat (probably the only reason we still have him). Your hair is coming in quickly which is so exciting because there is a little more to mohawk after each bath. You have discovered that glass is indeed a barrier and no longer slam your head against the back door while watching the dog chase the squirrel. You are just as obsessed with that damn rodent as the actual dog. Dog goes to window - you follow. Movement in the trees during mealtime?? Shove the spoon away and stare until Mom shuts the curtains. Food is currently awesome to doodle with. It is also apparently a hair gel and nostril lubricant. You wear more puffs than you end up consuming. But it's okay. We set you on the floor and Spencer eats them straight off your clothes. You love that.

You have been out as long as you were in. It's been an interesting nine months, Little Man. What will you come up with in the next nine?

You had your nine month checkup earlier this week. (For all of the old ladies' inquiring minds - you weighed 22lbs, 12oz and were 30" long. Solid 90th percentile range). A healthy little (gluten free) monster.

Love,

Mom (and Dad, but he's downstairs watching old X-Men cartoons on Netflix and won't even see this for a week)