My little bird is creeping up on 9 months old!!! What the what…
He’s pretty fun. He scoots around on his little belly, pulling with his arms and pushing with his legs. He’ll scoot up to our feet and “hug” our legs or just lay his head on our feet for a second. He tolerates his oatmeal and fruit, LOVES veggies and shuddered when I gave him a yogurt melt.
Basically, I give him puffs and melts at dinner and watch him drop them on the floor for Ella and laugh. And he LOOOOOVES Ella. She scampers around him, play bowing and licking his hand and he loves it. Until he gets a handful of fur…the fun abruptly ends there.
He’s had a speck of a tooth since February and another one has finally made itself visible to the naked eye.
He’s too long for 3-6 month clothes and too small for 6-12 month. So he’s either flooding or I’m trying to keep his pants on with a ponytail holder. #thestruggle
He’s a never-napper. Yesterday, he took 1 half hour cat nap from 6:40am to 4:20pm. So I now find myself oddly obsessed with how much sleep he gets. Partly because nap time on the weekends is the only time we can get stuff done. The kid is into everything.
He loves: Bathtime, Ella, veggies, his dad, his lovies, being upside down, looking/being outside and Mirror Baby (also known as his reflection).
He hates: Napping, getting dressed (omggg the drama), having his snot sucked and nose wiped and getting out of the bathtub (tears every.single.time) .
I really like this age, but I already miss the smell of his newborn head…and how he used to stay wherever I put him.
He’s just so freakin’ cute.
My Little Bird 