Well, the little bundle of joy shown in my profile picture has now decided that he WILL NOT be a baby any longer.
Today, he reaches the official 9 month old mark, and must've known it because he's letting me know in every way possible. Just in the last week, he's gotten the crawling thing down, and is busy trying to investigate the Spanish moss of my fake Ficus tree, eat the wrapper off the firewood (you know, the store-bought stuff, for us), and chew and go for anything that looks remotely electrical- outlets, cords, and more. Don't worry, we're working on the child-proofing thing, but he keeps thinking up new ways for us to child-proof.
As for eating habits, he now buttons his lips shut, and/or cries everytime we bring a spoonful of baby food towards his mouth. No more of this mushy stuff for him. He's much happier with cheerios, or chopped pieces of pear or peas. Really though, the transformation has happened seamingly overnight. Two weeks ago, he was fine being a baby, but as of today- fawgetaboutit.
And so, we begin the battle of feeding time. Scooping out mushed peas, soggy cheerios, and Lord knows what else from his chair, hair, diaper and everywhere else. The parenting books say to put down newspaper under the high chair, so you can just scoop it all up after they've thrown it everywhere. I have to say.... not looking forward to this part....
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