I’ve been yelling “Li-ja” for months now (Mom and Dad yell it all the time, so why shouldn’t I?) and possibly saying “Da-ji” for a few weeks. And now, when Mommy comes to pick me up from Debby’s house, I run to her and say, “Mommy!”. I’m really excited to see her. She likes this.
I also say “ball” and “hah-ro”, which is “hello.”
Finally, she gives me the spoon!
Height: 32 1/2 inches
Weight: 25lbs 3 oz
Head: 18 3/4 inches
I took four very awkward steps today!
Today I stacked one block ontop of another. And I applauded myself for doing so.
I’m not even 9 1/2 months old and I’m almost walking. I can stand alone for a few seconds before falling, and I can walk behind this baby walker! My head is showing a few drapes and red spots from my adventures, but no major injuries yet.
I’ll be nine months old tomorrow, on New Year’s Eve. Momma has 
been home with me this week and I have been working to keep her occupied by standing up whenever possible, opening drawers (sometimes right into my own face) and threatening to smash my fingers, pulling things off shelves, and climbing on her whenever she is close enough. She has responded by lowering my crib mattress, installing the baby gates, cabinet locks, and other baby proofing measures that weren’t really necessary with Liza. My interests are more expansive (and dangerous) than hers, apparently.
My current skills include pulling up to stand, taking some steps with help, almost-cruising, climbing stairs, clapping (B-I-N-G-O), holding my own bottle, putting balls into a toy, and confiscating the remote control.
Liza is less than amused with my new skills. She is starting to realize what having a little brother is all about… getting drool all over her toys and constantly getting into her things. Today she “bopped” me on the head (her words), which earned her a time out. I forgive her, she’s awesome and I love her and I want to follow her all over the house and touch everything she touches and taste all of her toys and chew all of her blankets and pull on her pretty curly hair and climb on her lap and be with her all the time. If she’ll let me.
I can pull up to stand now. I got a better view into the bathtub last night and a nice view out my window until Momma caught me and took my bed apart to lower the mattress. Fun spoiler.
I’m still working on my style, but I have now transitioned from the army (stomach dragging) crawl to a knees and hands crawl.
I waited until I had the attention of Mommy, Daddy, Grandma Patty, Grandpa Denny and Auntie Heidi – and then I showed them what I could do!
Yah, I stink. So what? I make up for it by being deliciously cute.
I’m getting tired of everyone talking about my stinky butt, stinky toots, foul odor and other comments alluding to my unfortunate flatulence.
Just accept it, deal with it, and pray I grow out of it.
