Carson's 9-month stats:
Height: 28.5 in (50th percentile)
Head circumference: 17.8 in
In the Closet: 9 months and 12 months, depends on the brand.
Diapers: Size 3
Grub: You've been taking 1/3 breastmilk, 2/3 formula bottles for a few weeks now, 6 oz. at a time.
You've made it clear you don't want anything to do with a spoon, so you feed yourself exclusively now. You're
Sleep: You were going to bed at 8:00, but we bumped it back to 7:30 this week. You sleep 11-12 hours. Teething and sickness has kept you {and mom and dad} up and restless on occasion, but...you are officially back to normal after some tough love. And you're now a better napper! Two 1-hour naps a day. Sometimes longer and sometimes shorter, but this is the most consistent you have been with napping since birth.
New Activity/Development: Pulling up on everything, walking with support, lots of jibber-jabber, signs of possible waving (but we are unsure of what you are really doing with your hand sometimes), starting to clap, saying dadda and ba A LOT.
Loves: New loves are playing chase, watching the washer/dryer, the kitchen blinds, anything that opens...the dishwasher, the kitchen cabinets, the bathroom cabinets. You have a new love for pulling off all the toilet paper in the bathrooms, and pulling out the filler in one of the house plants.
Carson, as much as I'm looking forward to hearing you talk, seeing you throw a baseball, and witnessing your first walk into the ocean someday, I want to halt time. I want it to stop and stand still. So I can cherish all these wonderful small, yet special milestones.
There's many more milestones to come, like talking and walking, but it's all going just a little too fast for me.
For dad too. Just today, he sent me an email with an old picture attached. The subject read, "What happened to this little guy?" and wrote "LOVE him" in the body. There's not a single second that passes by where we don't think about you.
This weekend, I packed away snug-fitting clothes and filled your closet with a whole new wardrobe. Yep, you're a hand-me-down baby. Consider yourself lucky. It's more money towards your college fund. I think you just had a growth spurt because it seems like you skipped a whole size overnight. Yesterday? 6-9 months. Today? 12 Months.
You're still my skinny little booger, but you are growing like crazy. And more interactive than ever. It doesn't take much to get you to giggle, and you let us know when something pisses you off.
It's evident you are all boy. You're becoming more rough during playtime and enjoy banging your toys together...and on the floor, on the cabinets, on Jake, even banging yourself in the head sometimes.
I brought home some new blocks for you the other day, so we played with them in your highchair before dinner. We would stack them up real high, then push them over as they crashed to the floor. Every time they crashed and made that annoying hitting-the-floor sound, you would cackle. Hysterically. Every. Single. Time. We probably stacked and crashed blocks 20 times.
You tried Fresca for the first time the other day. Unintentional of course. Aunt Lyndsey was in town and as we were visiting, you snatched her can right of the coffee table and took a swig. It was priceless seeing your sour face and Fresca-soaked shirt.
I also caught you with Daddy's razor a few weeks ago. I'm the worst mom ever.
You hate getting your diaper changed all of a sudden. And if we take a toy away from you, you'd think we told you that you were never going to see us again.
Which is similar to how you've been acting lately. Like we are going to abandon you and never return.
You crawl to us and cry when we leave you at daycare now. Not every day, but some days. And it's the worst.
Dad calls you needy, but I like to call you a Stage 5 Clinger. Seriously kid, I can't even go to the bathroom without you tugging at my leg.
Maybe you were just extra clingy this past weekend when we took your 9-month photo, but you did not want to be put down.
I sang silly songs. Made obnoxious faces. And shook toys from above.
But you cried.
And hugged my legs. Begging for me to pick you up.
At one point, I gave up and tried to sit down with you. That helped your mood, but still no smile.
So I tried a couple hours later after your nap, and we got this.
Still a clinger, but a happy one.
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