Oh, baby boy--you are nine months old today!
You weigh in at 23 lbs 1 oz, and are 28.5 inches tall.
You are at the 80th percentile for weight and the 60th for height. You seem to have these major growth spurts every few months and it looks like you are due for one--or you may just be leveling off from here on out. Time will tell!
You are just the most beautiful boy with your blueblue eyes and your golden curls.
People stop in their tracks to comment on how sweet you look. Friends say you are the typical Gerber Baby with your chubby cheeks and your heart-lifting smile!
You are still such a sweet sweet baby. You are starting to be stronger in your personality, though. You still have an independent spirit and like to play by yourself and sing along to the music in your soul. You adore your big brother and he commands your full attention when he shares his trains or cars or sings to you or tackles you.
You are more vocal with your opinions now. You definitely do NOT like peas. Or green beans. Or avocado. Or anything else green for that matter.
You love puffs, cheerios and anything else you can feed yourself. You like applesauce, prunes, pears, sweet potatoes, cereal, cinnamon graham crackers, peaches and bananas but will yell at me if I try to feed you mixed veggies, carrots, or chicken.
I try to hide them in plenty of the other foods you like, but you always know. Even if it's just a teeny bit. You voice your displeasure, then Liam gets into the act and informs me, "Mommy, Baby Jude doesn't like green food." I know, I know. Sigh. Maybe it was the enormous amount of chocolate I ate daily when I was pregnant with you that caused your sweet tooth. You are so like your mother. ;)
You are a happy boy. Your sadness comes when things don't go your way, or when you get tackled a little too roughly by your brute of a brother! There are times when I cannot go two steps without you crying out at me, "MAMAMAMAMA!" I slow down and let you crawl over to me and pull up on my legs and all is well again, but as Liam informs me, "Mommy, you can't move now. You're stuck." (Liam likes to comment on lots of things) So, I don't mind one bit scooping you up for cuddles. You return my hugs with gusto, wrapping your chubby little arms around my neck and my heart.
You're a little chatterbox. Mamama, Bababa, Ga! Ga! and various clicks of your tongue and pops of your lips. You like to look at Mommy and click your tongue and have me click back. That makes you smile. I'll do anything to make you smile--I think you know that. I love looking up from cooking dinner or whatever I'm doing, call your name and you look up at me and smile your big, I-love-you smile!
Happy 9-months, baby boy. We love you so very very much!
love,
Mommy, Daddy and Liam
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