"Is that football shrinking?" you ask. Nope. Your boy Dre is awesomely growing, though I'm slowing things down a bit. This month I'm checkin' in at a more normal size for my age.
9 Month Stats:
Weight: 22lbs (75-90%)
Length 29in (75-90%)
Head Circ. 45cm. (50%)
As I like to do, I'm trying more new things these days, like waving, fist-bumping, tasting four-leafed clovers...
...and cruising, tho someone has to set me up. I can walk while holding someone's hands too. "Walking" like that is my thing. I also dig throwing stuff, ripping paper, and yelling "guh!" about everything. (I'm kinda into cuddling too, but don't tell anyone. They'll think I'm soft.) Something Ma likes to say to me a lot lately is "No-no!" Okay, I'll admit, I follow orders, but only because she's pretty. (That's what Daddy says.) And of course I can read that tone of voice from her.
Something that's not my thing? Crawling. I refuse to crawl. Crawling is for babies.
But I do love me some hide and seek peek-a-boo and getting outdoors!
Especially watching Sissy play. (Or blow dandelion fluffs on me)
Okay, I changed my mind about my bottles.... I still like 'em. They can stay a while.
But I sure don't need 'em with all these teeth! That's right, check my fangs! (four and counting)
The parents give me all kinds of new stuff to bite these days. It's pretty cool. My favs are toast crackers, pretzel sticks, and anything Ma bakes.
This is the reason my update is late, Ma wanted you to see this...Like I warned ya, don't get too excited... I haven't been drafted yet. This is my cranial remolding othosis or "helmet" that I have to wear for the next 3-9months all the time. Being born with a broken collarbone, and wanting to turn my head towards that side while it healed, gave me a growing flat spot in the back there that I like to sleep on. Apparently I'm not allowed to do that anymore. This thing is supposed to make my head look more awesome (if that's possible), so I'm going with it.
We got it yesterday and I don't much care for the thing, but Ma did a good job disguising as a vintage Steelers helmet. Thanks, Ma.
I have a lot of fun, but I take some stuff real seriously. Mama calls me her "little sheep dog" because I always have to know where everyone is. You've gotta take care of your people, ya know? When I get up from nap and Dad is trying to greet me and play with me, forget about it. I'm not smiling until I've seen where the girls are. When someone is holding me, I don't like to play until I've checked out everyone else in the room. I know the sound of the white car, feet running on tippy-toes, water boiling, the back door's squeak, a phone buzzing, someone humming Sesame Street, Fleetwood Mac, or Pearl Jam, the coffee maker's gurgle, the tiny clicks of laptop keys, a hair dryer, a pillow fight, shower water, popcorn; these sounds are my family's sounds, and I like to keep an ear on them.
That's it for now. God bless.
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