Today you are 9 months...holy cow! I feel like I was just being taken over speed bumps by your aunt mimi to get you out. We are still amazed that you decided to come on the 23rd like your brother and your daddy. Definitely had some Angels working that day.
At 9 months you...crawl. Everywhere. You pull yourself up on to...everything! You let go of whatever you are holding on to and try and stand. Sometimes successful. You walk along the furniture holding on.
You would rather eat "grown up" food then anything pureed. You will pitch a fit when you absolutely refuse it.
You are my baby and definitely get your way. I pick you up all the time and smother you with kisses. Because, I cannot get enough of you.
Beautiful long lashes like your Daddy and Willsy. Totally envious.
Often smothered a little too much by your big brother. It seems he has been deprived of that sibling for a little too long. You love him and often follow him wherever he goes.
And of course, that smile. Melts my heart and brings tears to my eyes at the silliest of moments. You are my baby through and through.
Happy 9 months Eli!