9 Months
My baby is 9 months old. Actually, technically he’s 9 1/2 months old. Details, Details.
He looks a little something like this:
He went to his well baby check today. No shots! Yay! In 9 months, he’s gone from 7lbs 1oz to 20lbs 1 oz and from 20 inches to 28.5 inches.
He’s adding to the two teeth he already has. It looks a little something like this:
Can you see the swollen, bruisiness that is a new tooth shoving it’s way through his gums? Right up there? At the top on your right? His left? Ouch.
And kindly ignore the “man hands” I posess in this photo. Note to self: Get a manicure.
He also started doing this:
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Yesterday. From army crawl to full-on crawl in 0 to 60. WTF Nature?
Ahhh…my baby is growing up. I love, love, love this age. He’s so fun and sweet and active and adorable. And also a total pain in the ass at times, but all the adorableness of the other times makes up for it.
His brother, though? Right now he’s piss & vinegar. Whoever invented the term “Terrible Two’s” totally jumped the gun and had CLEARLY never had a three year old. They’re evil. Posessed by some demonic force that turns them from cute and entertaining to evil and brattish with the flip of a switch. He argues, he lolly-gags, he whines, he pitches fits, he cries. I know he’s done something bad when he comes into the room and says “I love you Mommy. I love you.” or “I was just…” As in “I was just feeding Tahoe an entire brand new jumbo sized bag of jumbo sized dog biscuits. Cause he was hungry. Even though 30 seconds ago you clearly told me NOT to give him ANY. I love you Mommy. Mommy….I love you. I’m sorry Mommy.” And then? Last night he added “Don’t spank me Mommy” to the mix. I’ve spanked him ONE time recently, a week ago today due to the above referenced dog bone incident. And it wasn’t even a good one because he was walking away from me (to his room for a timeout) and I swatted at him and pretty much missed.
In case you’re wondering, Tahoe spent a good part of that night outside…poor dog had HORRIBLE gastrointestinal “issues” for a couple of days. On the upside, though, our grass is nicely fertilized. So there’s that. And this:
Collectively now…”Awwww.”
And in the latest development in the life and times of the G-Wine Posse:
Success! Finally!
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So, he must have telepathically known what I was writing about him and knew, subconsciously, that he needed to redeem himself. And redeem himself, he did.
Tomorrow: Camera update. I know you’re excited. So. Am. I.
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christy on 04 Jun 2008 at 5:32 pm #
The crawling baby – too cute!
The poo poo in the potty toddler – adorable!
You’re one lucky mama!
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Cathy on 04 Jun 2008 at 6:23 pm #
Awwwww….
So cute. Both of them.
And yeah, 3 is hard. I’m counting down the days until 4. In this house, it’s the whining that gets to me. All the darn whining. And the questions that never end. And the, “I didn’t throw it, I rolled it.” Ohh…yes, 3 is hard.
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Kelly on 04 Jun 2008 at 6:36 pm #
I have to say they are darling. I LOVE 7-9month olds, it is the best time! 3 year olds, not so much. Mine were both satan at 3. 4 was better and 5 is a total blast. 8, not so much, mouthly and know it all. Oh the joys of mommyhood. Thanks for bringing back the memories!
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Jennifer H on 04 Jun 2008 at 6:45 pm #
I did say Awwwww, a couple of times! I loved it when Tahoe was all, “nooo” when you said he would have to go on the potty again.
So cute.
The crawling is both adorable and awesome!
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Melody on 04 Jun 2008 at 7:08 pm #
They are too cute! I love how the little guy is smiling away while you’re sticking your hand in his mouth!!
It’s so funny that you told me about quart – When she correctly identified the restaurant, but there was no blog linked, I was worried for just a second – lmao!!
Tell her she got it right – We did go eat at Antonio’s!! Next time she’s in Burleson, she should try Babe’s – Best fried chicken in Texas!!
Oh and I agree with Jennifer (her comment on my blog) – If your update tomorrow is that you got a camera already, I’m gonna beat you up, too!
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Sarah on 04 Jun 2008 at 7:14 pm #
Oh look at that poor painful teething blister! For one with such a pained mouth, he looks so happy!!!
And can you come over and get mine to poop on the potty? Or pee? Or…well, ANYTHING? My stubborn 3-year-old is purposely holding out. Evil child
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JCK on 05 Jun 2008 at 12:37 am #
Oooooohh, that poor little guy and his tooth. It hurts to look at it. He’s one mean crawler, though.
And yes, 3 can be even worse than 2….
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Z on 05 Jun 2008 at 5:01 am #
Your kids are both TOO cute!
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Quart on 05 Jun 2008 at 5:09 am #
“WTF nature” is right! I am going to stop reading your blog because I was sure that Will’s whininess was just a phase. But no, you and your lovely readers have confirmed that we’re in for years of this. Stupid freaking nature. And stupid freaking kids.
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Meghan on 05 Jun 2008 at 7:07 am #
Quart- surely you’re NOT speaking about my adorable, beautiful 3 week old niece? She is perfect and sweet. But does, quite possibly, have the loudest SHRIEK that I have ever heard come from any creature.
Good Luck With That.
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Meghan on 05 Jun 2008 at 7:10 am #
To be fair, the potty thing WASN’T entirely his decision. To put it nicely, he had a diaper on, “it” was proving “difficult” and he was FREAKING out, so I pulled his diaper off and sat him on the pot, which made “it” easier.
Does that make sense? :0)
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anymommy on 05 Jun 2008 at 1:57 pm #
Awwwww! I’m thrilled to hear about your birthday present, but I have to say, you take beautiful pictures with the poorly working camera you have right now!
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HRH on 06 Jun 2008 at 7:30 am #
With my oldest 3 was the new 2, then 4 was the new 2, and then 5 was the new 2 (Do you notice a trend here?) Oh, and currently 7 is the new 2. One of the differences is I can now say with his FULL understanding, “You are acting like a 2 y/o” which luckily is UNCOOL when you are 7. BUT his brain isn’t always worried about what is COOL.
Your little sweeties are SOOOO cute and talented!
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jen@coconutbelly on 06 Jun 2008 at 5:31 pm #
oh yeah, 3 was MUCH worse than 2 ever was. i swear stella turned three and we were confronted with a monster. 4…well…4…um, i feel like now she’s just a… smarter monster.
i questioned (following a drawing episode on her stomach…WTF…no, that’s not what i questioned aloud…it’s what i questioned in my head…the aloud one was:) “HOW OLD ARE YOU?” to which she responded, “four.”
argh. not what i meant.
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