And then he grew up

The pointing. The exciting squeals when an animal is in sight. The constant chatter. The "woah's" and the "yeah's", the "mama" and the "dada" mixed with all of the gibberish in between. The getting into everything. The crawling. The whining for attention. The love of food. The sad whimpers when he gets hurt. The belly laughs. The cruising. And that priceless look on his face when I walk into the room. I know I still have a baby on my hands, but seeing how much he's changed in just nine months, I'm afraid of what the next nine will bring. Walking? Talking? Sassing much? Yes, yes, and I'm almost positive. After all, he is MY child.

Happy nine months little man, may the next nine, and forever more, be just as fun, just as challenging, and just as rewarding as the first nine. You rock our world!