My little man turns 9 months old tomorrow. I can’t believe it!
It only seems like yesterday that I was drinking cartons of pineapple juice, eating stupidly spicy foods and dragging my best buddy on a 4 mile walk in the very hot sunshine (she might deny it but I handled it better than she did!). Incidentally, my contractions started straight after that walk so any imminently due pregnant ladies out there, get out strolling!
The past 9 months have been the most amazing of my life. Also the most tiring but definitely the most amazing!
The little (9lb 8oz can still be classes as “little”, no?) bundle of loveliness that we used to stare at as he lay sleeping in his Moses basket (instead of catching up on our own sleep!) is now a much bigger bundle of loveliness. I still watch him sleeping, even though now he snores louder than his dad (which takes some beating, I recorded hubby’s snoring a few weeks ago and only when he heard it himself did he believe my decibel estimation!!), he is just the cutest sleeper I have ever seen.
He has changed so much already:
Check out that forcep mark! Poor little man, no wonder he had a bad headache!
He’s now a crawling, cruising, raspberry blowing, tantrum throwing (new this week!!) little person who already has such a cheeky personality (laughing his head off last week whilst kicking his legs all over the place to stop Daddy – who was already running late for their swimming class – from putting on his swimming nappy!). I love watching him grow and develop, he amazes me every day with new things he has taught himself.
Happy 9 month birthday Little Bear. Love you more than you could ever know.xx