9 Months

That's him! My little dark haired baby who let me snuggle him all day long is now a white haired cruiser with no future plans of snuggling. This month's picture day made me kind of sad because I knew the next time I took pictures of him his age would be double digits. Man, that first year just comes at you like a train!!!

Just like last month we don't have a lot of new life changes, he is still Mr. Toothless and he hasn't started walking. He loves to jabber sometimes if you mimic what he says he will chat with you for a short time but it isn't usually for very long and it often ends with him giggling, possibly smacking you in the face (because he is waving his arms about in excitement of course), or him deciding to suddenly act like he is timid and smile shyly.

The spitting up hasn't really changed I think he is getting a teeeny bit better, but if anyone asks I say not really because I don't want to jinx it.

He is officially cruising and FAST! The kid can crawl across the room to grab any foreign or forbidden object in 2 seconds. Some of his favorite forbidden objects that I just can't seem to keep out of his reach are my phone, the remote, the iPad, any chord, outlets, paper, plastic and really anything else that is NOT his. Toys are not his favorite and he often cries in loud disagreement when I take forbidden things away and replace them with a mere toy. How dare I!?!! 

He loves this little duck but he also LOVES the tag on it, figures :)

He is a happy boy, he LOVES, LOVES, looooovvess people. Serious the kid will let anyone hold him as long as he isn't in the room alone he is happy. I think he has shied away from someone besides me maybe? 3 times... maybe? And those times are only when he is tired, I am really hoping this means nursery will be a piece of cake, but I'm sure I am getting ahead of myself AND I am the singing time lady soooo he won't be away from me that much.

The little outfit he is wearing is one of my favorites. When I pictured my first baby I always thought I would have a girl and I think that in some ways it was because little girls only play with girl baby dolls. Also little boys are never really portrayed as sweet and beautiful but as soon as I held him in my arms I knew he was sweet and beautiful. Cheesy much? Well tooooo bad! I tell him he is beautiful all the time,  of course I always follow up with how handsome he is but I do that more because of social norms not because I think it's true. Davie is a very beautiful baby, and he is ALLL mine.

These pictures by the window make me laugh because I can hear the noises he makes when he gets up to something that he wants to touch. He makes these little ah! noises. It's not quite a yell but it's louder than your average conversation volume. It's pretty cute.

"What's that Mommy? No? I don't know what no means!?"

What did I say he's a pretty boy.

Oooooo, baby corns

This face is the aggghhh noise, but you have to read it with an upward inflection at the end like a question. AaagggGHH! 

King of Drool, nobody does it better.

David taught him how to turn the pages in his board books so now when I read regular books why paper pages I have to fight to keep him from "helping" while I read. He loves to turn those pages!

Davie now pulls himself up on everything, that is new last month he was learning how this month he perfected it.

He is always on the move, don't blink or you might lose him.

But don't worry because if you do the top 3 places he could be are #1- heading down the hall to the bathroom #2- heading towards the kitchen or #3 (and this is the one that makes it tricky) being quiet ANYwhere just out of arms reach touching something naughty.

I love it when he gets going faster than his little body can handle and he nose dives. It's sad but he just looks so cute and he just wants sooo bad to get wherever it is he's going he forgets about gravity.

Every night at bedtime I feed him and I just can't believe how much he has grown and how fast it's gone. There are so many cliches in parenting it's impossible not to repeat them because they are all 100% true. Davie is growing up so fast and I already feel like I somehow missed out on it. Thank goodness for digital cameras!

Rainy Zoo

 While my Mom came and visited we went to go to the zoo for Boo at the Zoo but it was super wet and we ended up changing our mind before we even got through the gates. Turns out waiting in a long line in drizzly rain to trick or treat with a 9 month old just isn't worth it to me. Thankfully it wasn't really cold and there wasn't a chilly wind. But look how cute my baby was! 

Shortly after looking at this face I decided to nix the whole boo at the zoo idea. He wasn't exactly elated. The stroller fabric is an indicator of how wet it was. Instead I took my mom on a personal tour of the Victorian neighborhoods in Toledo. Basically it was awesome and the sun ended up coming out and the day was quite lovely :)

Everyone at the stores we went to loved Davie's little bear suit and nose.

Hope you like this little video, Davie was helping me shop and it made me laugh.

Family Pictures 2012

Check us out! I FINALLY got some proffessional pictures of ALL three of us. Not just Davie, not just Davie and me or David and Davie. all. three. of. us. And it only took 9 months!

I like David's smile in this one but his eyes are a little too squinty for me ;)

I love this one

Davie is not shy with his cute smiles and cute baby faces. If I had a personal photographer who followed us around we would have the GREATEST pictures of Davie. Our session was only 45 minutes long but it turned out to be perfect because Davie and David didn't get restless.

Me and my baby!

I was worried that the stripes might end up being too much and they are a little more "stripy" then I like but I still really like how all of our pictures turned out. Coordinating 3 people sucks. I can't wait until it's 4 so that there can be a more reasonable pattern!

Look at that little ham!

It was a quick and painless photo shoot and even David mentioned afterwards that it was pretty good timing. Success!

I like both of these 

Ineffable

Ever since I was little I have not wanted to grow up. When everyone else talked about how cool or fun it would be to be bigger I would simply nod my head while disagreeing entirely. 

Now that I am all grown up (whatever that means) I still find myself fairly resistant to growing up and from the moment Davie was born I have felt the same way about him. I am prefacing my post with this because it might better explain how I feel. Besides having given a child up for adoption and feeling an extra strong need to be around Davie all the time I also do not want him to grow up. 

I'm not trying to say that I am better than any other mom but the way I feel about growing up is different because I still know how I feel and felt about it as I got older. I mentioned it in my post about bringing Davie home from the hospital. No mom wants to see their baby grow up but I feel that I am even more sensitive to that because of how I myself have always felt about growing up. 

That being said I have been feeling a little guilty about some of the misplaced frustration I have had with Davie lately. I do it with lots of things and people in my life. I will suddenly realize that I have let some of the little things in life disproportionately tip my scales of happiness. However when I let that happen with Davie I feel horrible. I love my little boy so much and he really is such a good baby that I shouldn't feel that way, but alas I am human. 

It's funny though because even with my irritation I never fail to let Davie distract me at least once a day (ten times) from something I should be doing. Can I just say I am so glad and so thankful that I have been able to nurse him! The little guy is not very snuggly and about 90% of the time I feel like its the only time I get to hold him and just enjoy him.

 I guess what I am saying is that feel that inevitable pain every time I look at Davie and realize he is growing up, which is silly but true. A while back I noticed several moms post a blog to "Not Carpe Diem" on Facebook and after reading it I was sad. Not that I think everyday is going to be perfect but because I don't understand why you wouldn't at least TRY every day to "seize the day". Isn't that the whole point of life? Not only that but every time some random stranger comes up to me and tells me to enjoy Davie (which happens at almost every outing) I try to internalize it. Maybe I am just extra concerned about getting my fair share of Davie.

Even though I know Davie won't be our only child and I'll have more babies throughout my life all I can think about is how I'll never get any day I live back. I will never live through today again. That is true and so to me that means I try to love Davie even when he is spitting up all over me and being super whinny. I never feel bad for letting "other things" fall to the to-do list and letting Davie be my center of attention. Whether or not I enjoy every second of the day has nothing to do with whether or not I want to try my best to enjoy it.

I'm a little worried about how much sense I feel I am NOT making in this post but the bottom line is I love Davie. I will never cease to be amazed about how much I find myself staring at his big blue eyes, laughing at his cheesy-ness, kissing his little face while he is trying to pull away and in short trying to remember as many moments as I can. As well as crying profusely when he finally slows down and I get to admire his perfect features.

 I keep waiting for the day that I don't feel so emotional about him but I'm starting to realize there will never be a such day. Having him has brought a whole new level of joy to my life that I have wanted ever since I was old enough to realize I wanted kids. I cannot believe how happy he makes me and how perfect I feel he is, even after he refuses to go to sleep for 3 hours one night, decides he needs to have a break down for no apparent reason or spits up all over me and the new carpet. 

Lastly for those mom's out there who always blame crying about their babies growing up on their hormones, my only response is why? Why does it have to be hormonal to cry about your baby growing up? I say it is sad! It seems that just about everything you go through with your baby is so bittersweet that shedding a few tears now and then (daily) should be expected.