A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015
9 months old and this busy little bee is keeping me on my toes and is into EVERYTHING now that he’s a mega fast army crawler.
He is obsessed with unscrewing the door stoppers and I cannot keep them out of his mouth. He also has a thing for grinding his new 8 teeth and it’s the worst sound that I’ve ever heard. I have only just barely needed to start teaching him the word “no”, and he takes note, ignores me, and carries on. He likes to pull himself up (although he is super unstable) knock all his books down, open and close doors, and is finally holding his bottle on his own (hallelujah!). And those grabby little hands…I have to keep the floor spotless because everything is considered food and I must keep a 24/7 watchful eye as he goes straight for the stairs any chance he gets.
Do you see a theme here? I’m exhausted but I’m pretty obsessed with Mr. Personality. My miracle baby keeps surprising me with the amount of love that oozes out of me, and my heart grows bigger a little more each day.