Nine months little man.
This has been a big one.
Crawling and meaning it.
Fast as lightning.
Getting in your sisters toys and making her mad.
Pulling up on everything.
Cruising around a few steps here and there.
Falling, face-planting, and lip busting.
First ear infection and antibiotic.
Follow right up with a case of roseola.
Fevers abounded last week.
Eating anything I put in your mouth.
Quinoa, pickles, turkey, pasta.
If someone is eating... you had better be too, or else.
Also, you eat everything/anything else you can get your hands on.
Fuzz, dryer sheets, stray onion that missed the pot,
A big pile of dirty crud I had swept up in the kitchen.
Yep, you ate that too.
You are just over 20 pounds.
We will have your official weight/height after vacation.
You are going to the beach...
even if mother nature is going to be making it the coldest March on record.
We will be there in a snow suit if necessary.
And you say mum mum.
When you want me.
Mum mum mum mum.
It is the sweetest sound in the world.
Love you little man.
Your mum mum.