Today, you are 9 months old, and the last 30 days have been exceptionally busy on almost all fronts. Your mobility has increased greatly, to the point where watching you requires us to sound like Alastor Moody (whom you haven't heard of yet, but will when you're older). Constant vigilance! As your mobility has increased, it also has yet to stop. When you're not crawling, you're bouncing or squirming. It seems that you can't stop wanting to test your newly-developed skills.
There now seem to be a few nearly sure-fire ways to get you to giggle, sometimes uncontrollably. We've pretended to eat you on and off before, but it seems to provoke more giggles now than ever. Early in the month, I started with the old campfire game of the "Grand Old Duke of York," swinging (or pushing) you up on the "ups" and down on the "downs." Unless you're exceptionally cranky (from skipping a nap, say), this always elicits a smile, and usually laughs. The other night, your mama was cleaning out your nose syringe, and squirting it in the bathtub made you laugh like I haven't seen in a long time.
The beginning of the month saw you graduate to a new car seat, courtesy of Aunt Cynthia. You seem to like it, even if it's a little hot in there at times. Your parents are both very comfortable that between the car and the car seat, you are as safe as you can be when at points in-between.
A few extra nicknames have started to enter the fold, some just because they're cute and some because of behavior. The two most prominent have been "Adorababy" and "squirmy-wormy." Lullabear has entered the roster of toys, and today you got your first truck. You don't quite seem to have the idea of the dump tray down, but it will come in time.
In the last week or so, you have even begun steps (the pun is intended, but you won't get it until you're much older) toward the next phase of mobility, as you have managed to succeed at pulling yourself into a standing position. We expect you to be walking along the furniture any day now, and Miss Ete, Miss Monica, and Miss Melissa think you might be the youngest baby ever to graduate to the next room. We hope not, because we really like them both, and you'll miss Elliana during the stretch where you two are in separate rooms. Keep not using that sippy cup for a while longer. :)We've been exceptionally fortunate on the health front, as you've hardly been sick (one cold, one minor ear infection, and the Great Broccoli Incident of 2006). Maybe this contributes to your perpetual good spirits -- everybody comments on what a happy baby you are (see previous post on how kids say the darndest things), and many people threaten to take you home with them because you're so adorable. We even think you're adorable at oh-dark-hundred in the morning when you decide you're done sleeping for the night and it's time for breakfast, thank-you-very-much.
You might have been slow coming out of the gate with solid foods, but you've made up for it quite well. Miss Ete even said you were eating "like a little piggy," since you hardly seem to have met a solid food you don't like. The only current no-nos are either green beans or potatoes, and either pasta or ground beef. Maybe it's just anything that's mostly chunky, although that doesn't explain the green bean/potato thing. We're trying you out on your first fish tomorrow, so we'll see what you think of that.
If next month continues like this one, there will be ever-so-much-more to talk about then.
Love,
Papa
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