Rhett:9 Months

January 5, 2013

Dear Rhett,

You are 9 months old!  It is always surreal to reach the point where you have been with us longer than you were in my tummy.  These months have flown by and I am frequently shocked to look at you and see a baby who is closer to a toddler than a squishy newborn.  This month has found you crawling--and fast!--pulling up and cruising on furniture, and getting into everything in your reach.  You are so busy!  While you still have your sweet, easy-going personality, you are starting to show some more spunk and independence as well.  Each day after your afternoon nap you turn into an absolute riot; you get a burst of energy that sends you crawling, rolling, and hollering all over the house!  You also have quite a determination about yourself and are very persistent in getting what you want or where you want to be.  

At your 9 month well check you weighed 20 pounds 4 ounces (a full pound heavier than your big brother at this age!), and were 30 inches long (90th percentile).  You wear size 12 month clothing and a size 4 diaper.  You nurse about 5 times a day.  The big development this month was your newfound love for solid foods.  It was as though you woke up one morning and decided to eat, and you never looked back and are certainly making up for lost time!  You eat three meals of baby food a day and some finger foods and Cheerios.  You love sweet potatoes and hate avocados.  You also sprouted your two bottom teeth, and a top tooth is just starting to break through.  

This month held your first Christmas and your first snow.  We traveled to Arkansas where you met your Aunt Ashley and cousin Grayson for the first time, and then we headed back to enjoy Christmas in Oklahoma (and a white Christmas at that!).  You're such a good little traveler.  

At nine months I want to remember you crawling down the hallway of our little house, squealing with glee and grinning from ear to ear; opening your little "guppy mouth" for the next bite of food; getting so excited to see Daddy when he comes home from work; smiling your scrunchy-nosed grin when I catch your eye; and beelining for Weber's food dishes, only to turn and give me a coy smile when I say, "no no, Rhett." You are such a joy, my little peach!  

I love you, a bushel and a peck!

Momma