Jack, you are 9 months old. You are ever-curious and ever-changing. It was almost as if you were waiting for that hair to be cut, to shed that baby-self, so you could quickly navigate through all these little milestones I have trouble recording.

You are now mobile, and hate being anything but. You weigh in at 17 lbs. 3.5 oz., keeping you in the 5th-10th percentile. And you are as smart as they come. You listen when I say “no” in my best mommy voice — as a result the bath water stays in the bath and Molly’s water dish has not become a mini splash park (well, this may be in part to it’s location change to the laundry room). Above all, Dr. Church thinks you are progressing just famously, minor exception: you are low in iron –bring on the ferrous sulfate drops! We like Dr. Church.

Things that are awesome about you right now:
– as I’m reading your bedtime stories and finish one, you peer down into the basket of books as if to say “one more”
– your bounce up and down dance move
– you kick your legs cause you see something you like coming your way, mainly associated with food. [we are failing miserably at sign language]
– your one leg-propelled crawling
– how you follow me around and tug on my leg cause you want to be picked up
– your random giggle fits

Things that I could do without:
– you no longer lie still on the changing table, or sit still for longer than a couple of minutes

Happy 9 months little man.

And, since I know you are interested: what it took to get that photo.

And, yes, it ended like this…