Last weekend, my little baby, turned 9 months old which equals out to 39 weeks of life. Crazy to think how long he was in utero & is how long I've been holding him in my arms. He's a growing boy... A whopping 22lbs. He is crawling everywhere, pulling up, walking around things like the couch while holding on, & crawling up the stairs. He's so brave & so independent. It scares me. It saddens me.
He loves games like peek-a-boo. He hides his sweet little face & pops up with a smile. He's the best.
The only down side to 9 months is this first tooth waiting to pop through. It's like having a newborn again. Although I'm up every hour of the night... It feels good to hold my baby & console him-- rocking him back to sleep.