At 9 months, you're a sharky one, and quite toothy with EIGHT (8) whopping chompers. You use them on any and everything around, including me!
You are a charmer, and LOVE to make sweet eyes, with a crinkle of the nose, and a toothy, dimply grin.
You're cruisin' all over the place, and a few weeks ago, I would've pegged you as an early walker, but lately, we're all just holding you so much, for love, for hugs, for kicks, that we might delay your gross motor development accidentally.
You're so vocal, especially while eating--grunts and moans and groans and songs. When you're not eating it's a DADADADA or AY-DAY. Occasionally a mama, but hey, I'm not complainin.
You're also like the house taster. I'm sorry to say, that we love just giving you any old thing to see how you'll respond. This morning, Daddy completely flipped because he realized (too late) that the cinnamon roll he'd broken a piece off of had pecans! You were some angry when I tried using my famous finger sweep to take out the offending sweet bits. Were they yummy baby? Plenty of time, plenty of time...
And that's what I look forward to...plenty of time to watch you grow, plenty of time to share in your warm smile, plenty of time to wipe your tears and hold you close, plenty of time to hear your Elliot coo sweetly to you each morning, plently of time for Ana to pretend you're hers.
We're spoiling you, all around.
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I can't wait to see your boy on a daily basis!
Poor dear, stripped of his pan dulce.
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