Nine Months

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.

nine months

Nine Months

Hey Ferris,

You’re nine months old today. Stop it. Just stop it! Stop growing up!

But seriously.

Stop.

You’re a heaping hunk of kiddo, weighing in at 22 pounds and wearing mostly 12 month clothing already. I actually bypassed most of the 9 month sized clothing I had saved from Bowie’s baby days, and took them directly to the kids’ consignment shop, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

You are currently (and very ungracefully) cutting your 7th tooth, maybe the 8th too, but you hardly ever let us in for a peek. I just have to guess by your behavior and appetite and sleeping patterns, and then a few fussy days later get a glimpse of the little grain of rice tooth poking through.

You also have a terrible, unsightly, and I’m sure painful red rash all over your face. I am pretty sure it’s from all the drool you get all over your face, but I’m starting to wonder if that’s it. I started cutting some stuff out of your diet to see if it has any effect. Time will tell. In the meantime, I’ve gotten the 50th different brand of ointment/cream/lotion to put on it that was recommended, so we’ll see if that helps too.

You aren’t walking yet. THANK GOODNESS. Exhale. I really thought you would be. BUT, you are also not far off. You are cruising around coffee tables and park benches like you’re  some kind of one year old or something. Your brother was MUCH older when he started this business. So, you know, you could slow down ANY TIME NOW.

I love how adventurous I am with your food. Yes, me. Not you, me. I was a little hesitant to introduce certain foods to your big brother, and I’m kicking myself in the butt for it. But, I also was more eager to introduce him to things (such as, JUICE, the five-letter J-demon) which I deeply regret. Thank you for drinking bottles full of water at meal time. I am 5 years ahead of schedule with cutting juice out of your diet. Mom win.

At the moment, there’s one 8-ounce bag of breast milk in the freezer. It’s our last, and I can’t decide if I’d rather save it for a rainy day, or just give it to you now. All I do know is that the other night, I thawed our second to last bag and spilled half of it on the counter trying to get it into the bottle, and then cried myself to sleep that night. Still not over the fact that your one year birthday is still 3 months away, but we are not nursing anymore. I know you’re ok, and healthy, and thriving, and still love me and all of that.

Love you too kiddo. Like, SO much.

Mama