Last week you turned 9 months old. I should have some doctor stats to share with you but Mommy has had a hard time keeping up with things lately and calling to make your appointment is something that slid to the bottom of the to-do list. So, we aren’t going to your nine month appointment until next week, when you will be nine and a half months old.
Earlier this month your Uncle Ben asked your Daddy and I if we could tell yet whose personality you have. Ever since he asked that question I’ve been analyzing everything you do and have come to the conclusion that you are a definite mix of both of us. You are shy in new situations, analytical, and have my determination. When your getting into something you shouldn’t and we redirect your attention it takes you 0.2 seconds to flip yourself around and get right back to the forbidden object. No amount of diversion will make you give up. The other day I was playing with you in your bedroom and in order to keep you somewhat contained I put your laundry basket in front of the door. You crawled right over to that thing, turned and gave me a look that clearly said, “A laundry basket? Weak, Mom, weak” and then you proceeded to knock it over and crawl over it to get out.
For as busy and determined as you are, your personality is pretty laid back and very jovial, just like your Daddy. You are also hands-on and pay very close attention to detail. When we hand you something new, you flip it around in your hands and study it carefully. I once handed you the top to a soda bottle and you held on to it, turning it round and around, looking at every nook and cranny for a good 10 minutes.
In past months you found different body parts, your legs, feet/toes, hands, etc. This month you found your lungs. Woo-boy, Stink, can you ever let out a screech. This is pretty adorable when we’re playing the ‘I’m gonna get you’ game, or peek-a-boo, or blowing on your tummy. It’s less adorable when you are protesting a bib, a diaper change, or the fact that we took the fork and knife away from you at the restaurant. When you’re mad, you hit a high note in the peak of your scream that I did not think was possible.
This month you got your third tooth (first one on top), started crawling on your hands and knees, walking behind your push toy, and pulling yourself up onto everything. Your crib, the couch, the coffee table, kitchen chairs, curtains, floor mirrors, you name it. If you can touch it, you try to pull yourself up on it. You love this new-found freedom but because you are getting into even more these days I feel like we have said the word “no” more times this month than we have ever said in our lives. No, don’t touch those balls. No, don’t climb on the fireplace. No, we don’t play with cords. No. No. No. There are days that by the time bedtime rolls around I am utterly exhausted.
But, I’ll gladly deal with the exhaustion, heck, I’ll even deal with the screaming if it means that I’ll be greeted with your little head peeking over the crib in the morning, or I get to see you bounce on your knees, or smile with your toothy grin, or reach your arms up above your head for me to pick you up. Yes, I’ll deal. 100 times over, I’ll deal.
I love you little boy,