Hi. Mikey here.
What?
I know, I know. It's a late post. I turned 9 months, like, a week ago.
I got things going on you know.
Important things.
Well, yeah. Chewing the animal ball is important. Especially when you have FIVE teeth.
Yep. A whole five. I got three teeth in the past month. Three on the top.
Man, do I LOVE to bite things. Toys, food, books, Mommy's shoulders, Mommy's.....
Yeah. She doesn't like that. I mean, NOT AT ALL.
Did you know that you can also grind your teeth together to make this totally awesome sound? It's pretty cool. I did it constantly for about two days. Then it got old.
I've got a lot to say now-a-days. DA DA DA DA. MA MA MA MA. BUH BUH BUH BUH. All that jazz.
I've finally figured out how to roll from my back to my belly. Then I push up with my arms and look around kinda like a seal.
But, alas, I have not figured out this crawling thing. I just can't get the hang of it. I try. I really do. But, most of the time I just end up inching myself backwards. Then I get frustrated and once I get frustrated, it's just game over, man.
So, here are the 9 month stats.
Height - 27 1/4 inches
Weight - 18lbs and 7 oz.
Head Circumference - 19 inches. I am now officially off the chart. Rock on.
Life around the house has gotten more interesting. Since I'm a bit older and cooler now, Katie likes to include me in her games.
Here we are fishing together.
And here we are dressed as one of Katie's favorite super heroes - Baby Batman.
She cracks me up.
The only other thing I've been working on is eating. I eat all sorts of stuff now. Yesterday, I tried broccoli. I didn't really like the taste, but it sure was fun squishing it in my fists. Daddy did not think it was much fun cleaning me up.
Mommy finally caught a picture of my "yucky face". Since I'm so good at chewing now, Mommy gives me all sorts of crazy stuff to try.
Here I am trying non-pureed pear for the first time.
But, you know what I absolutely love? Toast.
Gimme some toast and sweet potatoes with a side of puffs and then some pureed prunes for dessert and I am one happy man.
OOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEE, that is some good chow!
Catch you all next month.
Who knows, I might (and that is a big MIGHT) be crawling by then.
Wish me luck.
Ahhhhh, who am I kiddin'?
I don't need luck.
I just need more toast.
