Month 9
Good gracious. Did I really never post about these months? I hate that. He changes so much, so fast. I feel like if I don’t document some neat little something he does, by the next month it will disappear. Heartbreaking. Except for the pulling a poopie diaper off thing. That I could live without remembering or documenting. Let’s just end that thought process here.
9 months old and loving the clothing free lifestyle! This month you just might have joined a nudist colony if you had the wherewithal to run away and do so. Diaper changes became more like MMF matches. You seem to always be much too busy to stop and let us change you. You crawl around like a madman, and cruise around the furniture just looking for trouble. If you can find a way out of our grip during changes, RRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowwwww. You are gone. You are pretty easy to locate, however. Usually, I just head for the book basket and find you sitting and checking out a read or standing at the keyboard in the spare room banging out a tune.
(You had a little “ring around the bum” in this picture because we gave you some mango to try and confirm if you are allergic. You are allergic to mango. Here is proof.)
At some point during this month, a tragic accident occurred that caused your tongue to be stuck outside your mouth. Maybe it was one of those things we were warned about when I was a child, you know, “If you keep making that face, it is going to freeze in that position”. Whatever the case, your tongue rarely goes inside your mouth anymore. The language of raspberries and slobber drips are pretty standard for you.
You actually love to jabber. In the car you go on and on telling me all the important things in life. You repeat…..a lot, which is scary. We are very cautious of the words we speak lately.
New words:
airpaw –airplane
Bandit
Avery
Sister
booka- book (just like Kaelan used to say)
tree
truck
uh-oh
Those are just a few you will say without prompting. Usually, if we tell you the name of something, you will repeat it. That means I have to really turn down the volume when I watch my trashy reality tv. Bummer.
Sadly, we did get a confirmation that you have a bit of a hip issue. It appears your hip joint is popping out of socket (hip dysplasia) on a regular basis. That explains the weird crawling and turning out when you try to walk. The doc set us up for an MRI, but because you are hitting milestones, he gave us the option to wait and see how things go over the next few months or do it now. I am not to keen on knocking you out to take pictures of your insides when I feel like you are not in pain, and it does not appear to be slowing you down. Time will tell if we need that in the future, but for now, the MRI gig is a negative.
We love you, Little Dude. Now, put your tongue away, please.
Month 10
Sob. Sob. The “chunky monkies” are fading.
That squishy little roll just above the knee is getting smaller and smaller, and I almost can’t get a tickle grip on it. A little hair is coming in, your face is getting thinner and more mature looking.
It is happening. You are growing in to a toddler, and I can’t figure out how to stop this madness.
Your very first Christmas!!!! You got to experience yet another season in the mountains. You loved watching the snow fall from indoors, but actually being out in it was not your favorite thing. The teeth were cutting (when are they not?) over the holidays, so we had a few rough nights. One evening your temperature went way up, and you gave mom and pop a scare, but we knew the cause when two new teeth popped out the next day and you had no other problems. That put the count up to 8 teeth! You enjoyed playing with your cousins, and since you were the youngest kid there (and we can’t trust you to roam free), you were held a great deal during our Christmas vacation. Perhaps this is why when you got home, you had the urge to take off and start walking. The hip thing slows you down some, but you made every effort to move around on your feet.
This month you were also introduced to a lot more table foods. You love tortillas. Love macaroni and cheese (not the crappy stuff that gave you a nasty reaction). You could live off of just about any kind of fruit. You still love yogurt and we have dipped into your college fund to cover the cost of your snacking habit.
You started following me all over the house in a racing crawl or cruise this month. Sometimes your back end gets going faster than your front end, which results in you smacking your forehead on the floor. Just wanted to mention this in case you see pictures in the future and have questions.
You are infatuated with the trash trucks, so we have often rescheduled our day plans to ensure we are home to see our trash and recycling services take place. The guys on the truck actually look for you now so they can wave and honk at you.
Most of your new words involve the outdoors.
sha shu- trash truck
ball
car
kids
One of my favorite things you said this month was a whispered “don’t touch it”. On a colder day, I pulled out the space heater and had it stored (off) in the corner of the room. Every time you got near it, I would say, don’t touch it just to make you aware in case you ever came across one that was actually running. That is when you started this thing where you just stare at it and whisper, “dontushi”. You are very serious when you say this. We think you sound so funny when you whisper….kind of like that little creature on Lord of the Rings. My precious……….
Walking your sister. Good thing you are around to help her out.
Dear Seth,
10 Months . . . hard to believe it’s going by so fast. I have snap shots of you at each month and it amazes me to see the transformations that occur. Uh Oh became your favorite word . . . next to Dad of course, and new little sounds and activities occur daily. The gates had to be reinforced to hold you in as well. Every now and then I see reflections of me in you and it steals my heart. You got your mother’s beauty, thank God, but I still see me in there. All the ladies love you to death. My favorite activity is to take you to the store just to see how others react around you. Always the ladies. Beautiful blue eyes dominate your face and that amazing smile of your mother’s shines through. I love you little man. Hopefully I can make your new nickname stick. You mom is pushing back, but I think Tank is very fitting. Love,
Dad
By the way, that new little nickname???? It’s “TANK”.
You will thank me later for refusing to let that one stick.
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