It goes so fast. It’s so cliche, but it’s the truth. My little baby girl is growing up. She is no longer a snuggly, tiny baby who needs me for everything. She is now nine months…
A nine month old who…
- Has army crawled for months*
- Eats real food with no teeth better than her brother**
- Loves her brother, he can always make her laugh
- knows when she is poopy and wants it gone
- prefers to go to sleep in her bed, if she is extremely tired she might give in to her carseat or a wrap, but nothing else
- prefers to nurse standing up
- loves to dance to “this little light of mine.”
- loves babies and dolls and shiny things
Lynzie is a quiet little girl. She does chatter her and there and will copy our sounds, but not too much. She still prefers to take it all in. And she is happy as a clam as long as she doesn’t see me…if I’m around, I better be holding her. She is slowly starting to gain a bit of independence from me and will even whine for Daddy to hold her.
She loves, loves, loves to eat. We decided this time to go the baby-led-weaning route and have primarily giving her our food, not baby food. This has worked out very, very well. The first week or so was a bit nerve-wreaking, but now she happily sits at the table with us and eats, generally faster and better than her four year old brother. She really likes frozen fruits and breads or anything greasy.
Until today (three days into her 10th month), she’s done it all without any teeth. Today, one little tooth pierced the bottom gum (bottom left center) and I think the one next to it is close on the trail.
Another big milestone happened yesterday. She took her first crawl with her tummy off the floor. I was so excited for her. She loves to pull her self up to her knees and feet and is really into investigating things.