Today our little one is nine months old! This month has been one adventure after another.
We can finally see a tooth poking through. When it finally pokes all the way through it will be her first. She still needs two fingers to balance herself while walking and she's become obsessed with the activity. Mommy and daddy's backs are getting stronger. ;)
She celebrated her 9 month birthday by enjoying her first ice cream cone, with remnants of her big brother's chocolate ice cream still on it.
And with her first ever swing, pushed by her older brother (sometimes gently, sometimes not quite so gently).
Some days I look at her and am still in wonder at how healthy, how whole she is. And how lucky we are.
Little lady already wants to walk ad somehow manages to eat a lot f meat and chunky vegetables with exactly no teeth. Not sure how it works but she's pretty happy. She's going through a tough sleep pattern, so maybe a tooth is on the horizon?
Diaper changes have become an almost Olympic disciple in flipping these days. She's flipping physically and on occasion I'm flipping out.
As our jelly bean gets older, watching these two kiddos interact is getting even better. We were apart for one overnight and you could have thought they had been apart for weeks; they were so happy to see each other. They already play well together and when they don't, their arguments are still pretty cute (most of the time).
Its a well known fact around these parts that PJ is really into music, specifically hard-core music like Metallica. Over the past few years I've grown to enjoy (or at least deal with) his type of music. Sadly, he is not as generous.
Recently I've Had The Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing came on the radio. I instantly started dancing in the driver seat when a howl came out of the backseat, followed by "Nein! Mommy! Nope!" My heart dropped and I really thought something was hurting my beloved child in the back seat.
It was the music. He wanted me - he begged me - to change the song. He actually called that wonderful piece of musical history a "bad, bad song."
Are. You. Serious?!
When we got to a stop light, I snapped a picture of his super pouty face.