So, what's up with you at nine months, nugget? Let's break it down, shall we.
I think you've been secretly dieting, because you LOST a pound this month. Although, this is apparently kind of normal when you are becoming an actual person and learning to be mobile and spend 99.9% of the time you are awake flailing about. Maybe I should try this. I'm sure no one would give me the side eye if I decided to try crawling at work.
Jeez, mom, focus.
Stats, yes, stats.
At nine months you are:
20lbs 14oz (88%)
30.5 inches (99.67%)
I don't remember your head size, but it is like suddenly tiny at 67%
although they didn't measure around your ears this time)
12-18months clothing size
Size 3 diapers
I'm sorry, but did we all see that height business?? In case you are wondering what that looks like in graphical terms, I have re-created the growth chart they give us when we go to the doctor. Those things are really detailed these days. I think you're so tall because you need the extra inches too keep all that cuteness contained.
You still have an ear infection, btdub. Please stop with that. We are slightly worried that it might be messing with your speech development, as you were super quick to pick up on the bababa dadada mamama, but haven't really moved past it since the infections started up. Also, you have no inside voice. Can you not hear yourself?? Just kidding, we love listening to you babble. You have a follow-up in two weeks, so if you could just go ahead and un-infect yourself by then that would be just swell.
Socially you are slightly ahead of the game. You completely mastered waving and clapping this month, and have started pointing, which is super adorable.
You can also feed yourself small bits of real food, which just about makes me cry my eyes out because you look so big when you're feeding yourself. So far you've at least tolerated everything you've tried, and we pretty much just feed you whatever we're having for dinner plus some cheerios, cheese, yogurt, etc.
You still scoot from place to place, but can take a few wobbly crawls forward on your knees. You also learned to go from lying on your stomach to sitting upright, which has really upped your game in terms of total house destruction. See, before you couldn't really reach for anything above you when you were crawling, but now you can crawl over to the bookshelf, sit up and go.to.town.
I'm trying to re-arrange everything so that you can pull off whatever you'd like, so our house is basically just getting undecorated from about three feet down. And remember not leave anything out that we don't want tore up. Like the day you ripped out and gnawed on the first page out of my Bible. We'll have to re-discuss the whole Bread of Life concept, stat.
You just never ever stop moving. And we love to watch you discover new things and get distracted by your own fingers. Or the cats. Who have started taunting you relentlessly by staying still until you get close enough to reach out, and then sauntering a few more steps away. (You fall for it every time.)
Your daddy bought you this toy, which is labeled as a "Jewelry" Box, but contains lipstick, a comb, and perfume, so it's confusing, but fun. He bought it for you because thus-far you have only collected gender neutral or on-the-masculine side of the scale toys. Every time I think of him in the toy aisle all by himself picking out the most fun, girly toy he could find for you, my heart just melts into a big mush puddle. (You have a really great dad.)
So, there you have it, Avery-cakes. We love you more than baseball and sandwiches and can't wait to see what adventures the next months and years will take us on.