Nine Months

This, ladies and gentlemen, is a baby who is NINE months old, and happy about it.

Wow, are we having a blast with these little boys!

WB is so sparkly when he wakes up! He squeals when I walk into the room.
He is definitely living up to his design of being hardwired to explore. That was a helpful thing I learned in one of my college classes--that in early childhood, the need to explore is a physical drive similar to hunger or need for sleep. I would add, so also is the need to be chewing on something at all times.He is finally better from the virus. It took precisely a week. It was a long week.

He has an indefatigable spirit. Even while struck with fever or a rash, he would try to smile. "Resolute" was one of the meanings of his name. True to it, he pushes through discomfort or pain to get to his goal--usually something he is not supposed to have. Leaves are a particular favorite.

He is also resolved to not go to sleep at night. Naps are not a problem, but he lets us know about it at bedtime. We are adjusting our schedule to see if an earlier bedtime will help. But when he makes up his mind to fight, watch out.

The boys are playing together more. SK will do almost anything to get a laugh out of WB, and WB follows his big brother everywhere. They can quickly get each other's giggle boxes turned over, and definitely feed off each other's energy.

Ever since he was born, I have felt as if I am in a dream. He's so scrumptious that I often look at him and marvel that he's ours. I have to tear myself away from fawning over him to get anything done. I am astounded that he is nine months old.