This has been such a fun month. In fact, I’ll admit…9 months seems to be the sweet spot for me as a mama. You and Audrey are so different that it stuns me, but with both of you, I honestly felt like the first six months were all about survival, the next three were about discovering your personalities and now, JOY.
That’s not to say it’s easier. In a million ways, life is harder than ever. You are a little troublemaker.
You love to make messes. Your sister will stack blocks and you knock them down with a giggle. You chase the cat to pull his tail, try to put everything in your mouth and generally, perform for us.
One of your favorite things to do is clap, and your Daddy has discovered a little game that always has you erupting in giggles. He slaps his hands on his legs, then claps them over his head while saying “woo woo REM. woo woo REM.” almost like we’re cheering at a sporting event. You laugh and laugh and laugh and squeal.
Funny enough, you don’t crawl. But you are super mobile. You scoot across the floor on your butt — even navigating over pillows and other obstacles — and you’ve started to pull yourself up on whatever is near: a toy, the couch, my legs.
You are also so joyful. You still save your biggest smiles and giggles for me, Daddy and big sister, but you also like to flirt with strangers, especially if they play Peekaboo with you or tickle you under your armpits.
And sleep? HALLELUJAH.
Both naps and bedtime are more predictable at this point, and unless you’re sick or teething, you make it through the night with either no wakeup or a brief one (and you settle yourself down without a visit from me or Daddy).
You’re on the waiting list to go to your big sister’s school after your first birthday. We’re not guaranteed a spot (and believe me, I have mixed feelings about sending you!) but I think you’re starting to need a little more socialization than you’re getting from being at home with me all day…plus, it’s hard to work when I’m constantly running after you! No matter what, it has been such a joy and a privilege to be your mama for this first year.
I love you, Rooster.