You are nine months old. I'm so late with this post. Again. I fear this is the way it will go on now. To be honest though, little fella, I think I've been avoiding this one. I remember writing a post to your brother when he should have been nine months, it was a low point, a real depth of despair.
But here you are, nine months old. You have a laugh that melts our hearts every time we make it bubble out of you. You smile, you clap, your shake your head, you do red Indian wah wahs. Such a clever boy. You say dadadads for daddy and mumumum, sometime, when you want me. Ama for Amelie and mad ad for Maddy. You really do, we don't imagine it. You play games all day with us but you can still play with your toys too, when you just want to roll a car or sort some bricks.
A couple of days after you turned nine months, you learned to crawl. All at once, just like Maddy. From 0-60 in one day. From those first plods to trying to stand at the table in one single day. And just like that, toys got boring, wires, remotes and able tops got interesting and everything we like became something you wanted.
Such a clever boy.
You still have blue eyes and a 3rd tooth is poking out just today. You have given up sleeping though; no more cot, no more all night. Cots and bottles of milk and daddy and mummy having their bed together are for other boys, not for you. I am tired, very, very tired. You never sleep; no naps, no lie ins, no night sleeping. I'm wrapped all around your finger; if I'm not there, you don't sleep.
Oh well. It's not forever. I won't be coming to uni to tuck you in, I don't suppose 🙂
(Can I just say though, your cot is lovely, just as lovely as your high chair. Use it. Really. It's great!)
We had a day out today and I slung you all day. I realised I've started doing other things around you and I miss just holding you and drinking you in. I loved carrying you today. I must do more of it. I've got used to plonking you down. Any minute now you won't want my arms.
I must make the most of you because I can see daddy is already the fun person, the one you want. Any minute now, I'll be saying, 'hang on Bene, go in a minute, stay with me'.
Slow down little one.