Here it is. The nine month post.
I cannot believe that this little dude, was this just nine months ago. Or that ten months ago, he was still just this little blob inside of me … kicking the crap out of my uterus. Even worse, a year ago, I was FREAKING out over getting the nursery painted and put together during all of the holiday hullabaloo.
My how time flies. Especially with the second kiddo.
The Froggy is such a fun kid. He’s a pretty quiet dude … we don’t have any babbling yet, but when he DOES coo or gurgle or belly laugh, it totally blows my mind. My mom (who has been a SLP forEVER) says that he’s way too busy learning the physical stuff right now, to worry about speech or babbling. This makes perfect sense to me … I mean, he was nicknamed ‘froggy’ while still in utero because of all of the movement/kicking. And he’s still a mover and a shaker.
Little man is obviously sitting, crawling, pulling up and cruising down the furniture … and already wanting to walk. He’ll let go of something to walk over to something else, fall flat on his face, and become SO MAD that he can’t walk on over to wherever he wants to be. Great, another super stubborn person to add to this household. It’s crazy to me our home hasn’t imploded on itself at this point.
We had to do a little bit of sleep training last month, but it totally paid off because the kid is pretty much sleeping 12 hours at a time now at night with no issues. He’s great at putting himself to sleep as well (thank you, Fisher Price Rainforest Crib Soother). On top of that, he’s still taking 2 naps a day … so thankful for my good sleeper.
The Froggy is starting to really get into finger foods now. He’s pretty much graduated from Puffs to Cheerios (which he LOVES) … and I think we’re going to start working on super mushy veggies and fruit next.
Favorite things? The dude LOVES it when I sing ‘You are my sunshine’ … 99% of the time it’ll turn that frown upside down before the end of the second line. He’s also a big fan of taking baths with his big brother. Although they tend to give me somewhat of a heart attack since he climbs all.over.the.place. … including over the Mouse.
Every month is so much more fun than the last … but I would be lying if I said I’m not a little sad to see him getting so big. He’s my last baby … and I still cherish rocking him during his nighttime bottle. Every night I think about how these moments are limited, and soon, he’s not going to want or need that bottle, or the rocking, or the songs. He’ll be out of his crib way faster than his big brother was … and they’ll be running into their room and jumping into bunk beds.
I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but at the same time, I look at the Mouse and it feels like just yesterday HE was the baby in my arms. And since we’re speaking of the baby Mouse, here’s a comparison of the both of them at 9 months. To me, they are SO different now! Every day, the Froggy seems to become more and more his own little person.
What do you think? Spitting image, or starting to differ?