At 9 Months, I am:
18 pounds, 3 oz (apparently I've slimmed out due to crawling cuz I haven't gained much weight in the last 3 months).
29 3/4 inches tall (but it's closer to 30 than anything)
Communication:
Signs- milk, all done, and a new one this month! EAT!
Words/Sounds:
"dada" Danny is pretty proud of this one... :)
Coughing is a neat sound...he does it a lot.
- pushing buttons to release toys
- playing the drums on cans and other fun and noisy surfaces
- grinding teeth...not such a fund and nice thing...
- head banging on the back of the high chair (we don't like this one)
- Peek a boo!
- Sat up in my crib all by myself--ONCE! And haven't done it since....
- Waving bye-bye to Grandma Westenskow and Aunt Jenna after swimming lessons are over
And now onto the story of the month...(Serious, English Accent narrating begins now...)
Ah, the heat. I've truly discovered the art of sleeping covered in sweat, at least in the carseat. Despite the giant ice pack mom puts in my seat, the rest of the car heats up like a sauna and I, being young and small, am the one who suffers for it. But I digress. My sleep is valuable and I do not vary in nap times. They are to happen precisely at 9AM and 1PM, respectively. And I must have a pacifier. And a softie.
On most days, my mother drives us early in the morning to Grandma's house where I get to play with this slow moving black animal called a dog. This dog, they call him Shadow, doesn't like it when I get too close...I will observe from afar.
Please avert your eyes from my expressions. I was newly awoken from a long nap and had just stopped calling loudly for my mother to come rescue me from my jail cell. I had however, managed to sit upright, which is a first for me. It was an enjoyable, but difficult experience which I have refrained from repeating.
Tables, you must know, are the most incredible things. I can move underneath them and NO ONE can see me explore their belongings. But I must move quickly, or Mom will see.
Ah yes. Meet King Henry IV.
He resides at our church building and we have met him before. Never before, however, have I met him on an occasion where his cock-a-doodle doo was loud enough to wake me from my slumber in the vehicle.
The stories I can tell about my adventures with this box.
It's a wonderful car for me to steer while Dad wooshes me through the kitchen as Mom creates delicious masterpieces for me to snack on. We do this often.
As you can see, this box has many functions. Car, a box bum, peek a boo through the back of the box, and weight lifting. I'm growing strong. Can you tell?
I'm mortified Mother included this photo, but I suppose it keeps all necessary parts covered, so I will allow it. Bath time with Daddy is absolutely the best part of my day, or one of the best: there are many "best" moments in all days.
These animals are the bane of my existence. They are called "cats" and they will not let me near them. Their tails are fascinating-and they twitch when you touch them. They also make strange noises at each other, which I must observe and be entertained by, particularly at moments when my parents are trying to give me nourishment.
Mom insisted on taking me to this place where there reside many animals. We babies (Easton, Linus, Logan, and myself), grew increasingly warm and tired, so a trip to the water park in this "Zoo" was a refreshing treat. I was mildly grumpy and Mom wasn't listening to my cues.
As you can see I was cooled off. It wasn't exactly my choice of activities, but it did feel nice to be cool that warm morning.
This turtle was creepy. And it kept spraying water up my trousers.
Mom has not mastered the art of selfie. You must refrain from duck faces..
Unfortunately all tales must come to an end (and all tails must end up in my mouth). This past month has been quite the adventure. Tatah for now!
And Happy Belated Father's Day to all the wonderful Dad's out there.
Mine is undoubtedly the best of the best!
