Happy 9 months, Little Buddy!

I can't believe we've had this little guy in our home longer than he was in my womb (because that felt like FOREVER), but here we are. He's 9 months old. This has been a big month developmentally. He's started waving, jabbering, scooting all over the room backwards, going from crawl position to sitting and sitting to crawl position. He's still so smiley and giggly. Today at his checkup he giggled the whole time she was pushing on his belly, checking his private parts, moving his legs back and forth. He just makes me smile all the time. He's starting to lose some of his chubs, too, which makes me a little sad. He's kind of average now, as opposed to the 95th percentile for weight when he was 4 months old. He's still eating mostly baby food, but he's the champion of bananas, Cheerios, and mushy sweet potatoes. He nurses 4 or 5 times a day now. That probably sounds like a lot, but it's nothing compared to the 10 times a day we were doing just a few months ago. Now it's just morning, night, naptimes, and sometimes one extra feeding.

Let's see...to celebrate we let him sleep with us. Well, that was really because he has a cold and screamed every time I put him in his bed. I slept with him propped up on me for as long as we both could stand it. Then he finished out the night in his own bed. Happy birthday, little man. You bring such joy to my life.