Baby Finley is nine months old now! She has been on the outside as long as she was on the inside! (Well I guess since she came two weeks early, I suppose she has been on the outside as long as she was on the inside two weeks ago. Semantics.) It’s amazing to think about, considering how baby’s first nine months go so much faster than the previous nine months. You feel like you were pregnant for at least 87 years, but no, it was only nine months. Just like the nine months that just sped past you so fast your head is spinning.
She finally learned to crawl the day before her nine month birthday. She had all the mechanics and strength down, she just had to put all the pieces together. And once she did, she was off like a crazy race horse. And now she is fearless. And I was like, gurl just CTFD on the bruises until after we see the pediatrician. She’s pulling herself up to stand, but has no balance and gets way too excited and falls. Usually on her head. Usually on the tile floor. She’s going to be walking in like, two seconds (see previous paragraph for parental timing units).
Speaking of which, we visited on Friday. She is weighing in at 17 pounds, and measures 27 inches. She is in the 30th percentile for both. She is still my Dinky Doo. She is wearing some 9 month old clothes, but is still in some 6 month stuff too. (Kids’ clothing sizes are so bizarre. Like some brands have 6-9 month, some 6-12 month, some straight up 6 or 9 month. And they all fit differently. Anyway.)
It was a funny appointment too. You’d think given the number of times the doctor reassured me with, “That’s normal,” that I was a first time mom. But I’m a THIRD time mom. She just so different from her brothers. I mean, they are all different and individual but as far as first year baby stuff, she’s crazy different.
Her favorite things right now are crawling (obvs.), playing with her brothers, grabbing the kitty’s ears, riding in a shopping cart, finding new things and putting them directly into her mouth, bath time, yogurt melties, smiling at people, peek-a-boo, sitting upright in the stroller, and teething but getting no teeth.
Her very least favorite things are baby food with broccoli in it, being constipated, being cold, the end of bath time, not yet being able to stand, taking a tile floor to the head, having her face wiped after meal time, being held by anyone but mom or dad, and the insult that is Cheerios.