9 months

My little man had his 9-month check-up earlier this week. He appears to be perfectly healthy, and doing just what he's supposed to be doing. Other than getting a shot at the end, he tolerated the exam very well. It didn't hurt that Hope "coached" him through the whole thing. She explained to him how the scale works, what the "ear flashlight" does, and why the shot is good for him :)



At 9 months, Grant is still the happiest baby I've ever known. He has his opinions about things (like laying still for diaper changes) and he lets us know when he doesn't like what's happening (like getting his face wiped). And he certainly wears his heart on his sleeve (like whimpering and crawling after me if I walk into another room).

I know this attachment is a phase, so even when it's tiring it's pretty sweet. Something about knowing that one day he'll be a big old hairy man and not a soft smushy baby who wants his Mommy makes his current vulnerability totally delicious. When he lights up at the sight of me, or cuddles close into my neck, or gives me wet baby kisses, I just relish the moment and remember that someday my tiny Romeo will be a stinky, zitty teenager. Makes the baby cuddles that much better!



Grant has been busy perfecting his crawling skills, learning to wave bye-bye, practicing pulling up, and growing teeth (#5 is on it's way). He likes to have free reign to crawl around a room and get into whatever interests him. Hope is good about making sure he doesn't get anything that would pose a choking hazard (read: she violently snatches the offending object away and shrieks "NO, BUD!") Sweet little Grant takes it in stride 99% of the time.

He's totally done with baby food in a jar, he's wearing a size 4 diaper, and 12 month clothes. I can't believe how quickly his 'babyhood' is going by!