So James Liam is now 9 months old. He went to the doctor yesterday and was so brave. He got one shot and they also pricked his finger for a blood sample. He is 18.9 lbs and 27.5 inches tall. Dr. Gross said that he was ready for a big boy carseat facing forward! I dont know if I am ready for one! His infant carseat is one of the last things that make him a baby. I find myself having to let him grow up already. He finally got his bottom 2 teeth a couple weeks ago, he loves how they feel on the bottom of his tongue. He is constantly pushing his tongue in and out of his mouth to feel them. He is contantly talking and making that sound we make to describe the sound of a car (brbrbrbrbrbrbrbr). He is so precious and so happy. Family, friends and even strangers always comment on how happy he is and how much he smiles. He is crawling everywhere and trying to get into everything. The most common phrases in our home right now are:
"Stop pulling my hair."
"Stop pulling the cats tail"
"Stop grabbing daddy's glasses"
"Stop playing with the cables and cords."
"Stop eating the cats food."
"Stop licking the bottom of shoes."
When he is not testing his boundaries, he is hugging, and kissing and singing and dancing and making me so happy and proud.
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