Life seems to be moving faster and faster, and I seem to be picking up my good (real) camera less and less. Partially because its kind of like carrying around a fourth child (it gets heavy in the diaper bag, and is on the fragile side), unlike my phone that fits in my pocket (and sits in a life-proof case).
B-man is 9 months, has 6 teeth (with two more on their way in), and is blowing the gross motor skills out of the water. He is cruising all over the house, and running with the push toys, just isn't walking independently yet (he's been pushed over and run over one too many times I think….not that I'm complaining).
He's moving along (slowly) in the food department too. He still prefers to nurse (which I am not going to complain about), and has moved past pureed foods. I've tried giving him what we have left but he won't eat them, he prefers to feed himself, having mastered the pincer grasp. The faces he makes while eating are priceless. You'd think we were torturing him. He is not a fan of trying new foods, or new forms of food - taking a several introductions to get used to true solid food over the purees, etc.
At his 9-month appointment he is weighing in at 17lb 11oz (17%) and 28" (35%). The doc said he's fallen a bit on his growth curve but after observing him throughout the appointment she isn't at all concerned - he doesn't stop moving. ever.
The big kids and I escaped for a special treat to Jump Street one day while B napped. It was nice to see them excel in an environment geared towards them, and see their pride and joy at accomplishing things they had never tried before, or doing what they were once too little to do before.
I took off early on Wednesday (after working late a few days prior) and it allowed us to take a family trip to the playground - something we haven't done in a long time, and something that we won't be able to do here shortly as it continues to get hotter.
B is a master at climbing up the slide - he's a climber for sure. But so far, he HATES going down it solo.
On Saturday Grandma went with us to the Science Center. She and J and B had a blast while A spent a lot of time crying and asking to go home. There are a few things there that scare her (a giant nose that shoots foam balls out when it "sneezes" and a giant stomach that makes digestive noises when you walk into it and slide out of it).
The rest of this weekend (last night and today) has been survival mode. B had (what I assume/guess is) a delayed reaction/pain associated with his vaccines and spent a lot of last night awake and crying. So either Justin or I were awake with him until he passed out on my chest in bed - meaning what few hours of sleep I got weren't the greatest. So we hung around the house, watched movies, and existed.
Here's to a better nights sleep (I hope) and a better tomorrow. Love you all.
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