It’s one of those things they say to moms, referring to your weight. But nine months always seems like a big milestone date for me and my little ones. I’m feeling like myself again, back in my regular clothes, almost back to my normal energy level. Still nursing 5 or 6 times a day, but now that he’s eating baby food, it makes life a little easier for me. And this little guy has become a part of our new, wonderful normal.
At 9 months, Owen’s hitting some big milestones himself. He’s sitting up on his own, which is BIG in my book. It means that I can set him on the carpet (with a pillow behind him, of course) and put a few toys in his reach, and he’s a happy camper. I can sit nearby and fold clothes, or read or do school with the girls, and he is quite content.
He doesn’t take a pacifier or anything like that. He comforts himself by sucking on his arm. His pj sleeves are usually a little damp in the morning. But he also does it when he’s being cute or shy, and it comes across like this “GQ kind of arms up to show you my biceps thing”. A big hit with the ladies (ie. me and his sisters).
And the chubby little legs and feet, yum!
And the hair, can we talk about the hair?
The sweet, fluffy, Bieber-esqe hair.
Whatcha doing up there, Mom?
No teeth yet, still those sweet lips.
And, finally, the smile…it melts my heart, every time. Happy Nine Months, Buddy!
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