Friday, March 19, 2010

9 months

Can y'all read that sign? That's right! Today I'm 9 months old! Can you believe it? I had my ped. appt. this morning and I weighed in at 18 lbs 7 oz (50%), and I'm a whopping 28.5 inches "tall" (75%).
Here's what I'm about these days.

Milestones: I'mthisclosetoCRAWLING. I'm trying so hard Mommy could blow. I can get on all fours and rock rock rock my little heart out. I get my toes dug into the carpet and can fling myself forward like a catapult, but that's where it ends. Sometimes my feet get far enough under my butt that I can almost sit myself up. Mommy gasps each time I do that because SHE knows I'm so close to doing something big, but of course I don't know that yet. I can also just about pull myself up to my knees. Mommy's fairly certain it's all going to happen at once and then her life as she knows it will be over. She already has to chase my sister around to put her underpants back on her after doing the deed. I'm babbling like a crazy woman. Mommy and Daddy noticed I don't babble nearly as much as Reese did, so they'll be limiting the paci use to just naps and bedtime in hopes that I'll have more to say. Still no sippy cup use... argh. But to end on a high... I can clap like it's going out of style.

I've adjusted great to Daylight Savings and am still sleeping like a champ. I did, however, wake up ready to party at 3:40 this morning. I was just excited it was my "birthday." Now though instead of hitting the hay at 6-630ish, Mommy doesn't put me down until about 7-730. It works out nicely especially since Daddy is home in the evenings now to help her out. I'm working on weaning a nap or 2. Most days I get 3 naps... about 2ish hours each, but occasionally I'll only take 2.
Doc. M was super proud of me about my pincher grab that I use to hold my puffs and yogurt melts. Mommy still has to help me eat them, but what does she expect... I'm a baby. I've officially stopped nursing! Mommy planned on continuing up until last night, but I DENIED HER Monday evening. She seemed a bit sad, but I figure life goes on right? I'm getting 3 solids per day and four 1/2 and 1/2 6oz bottles (1/2 breast milk and 1/2 formula). The doc wants Mommy to start giving me meat... ugh... well Mommy says ugh anyway. She makes about 98% of my food... as she did for my sister... apparently though pureed meat made her want to vomit, so she'll be giving me some Earth's Best mixes when it comes to that. Until I can connect the food to my own mouth, we'll keep it slow on getting into too many finger foods.
My temperament is super sweet although very impatient. If I want food, I wanted it 10 minutes ago. If Mommy is out of my sight I get super antsy and usually scream my head off. Good times are had by all during these fits. I've even been known to yell at my Mommy if she isn't paying attention to me. I love to play... especially with things I can look at myself in. :)
We'll make the move to my big girl carseat upon Mommy's return from California mid April. I can't wait because we have a lot of traveling coming our way! More of that to come. Peace out my faithful followers. ;)