Out as long as I was in!

It’s official!  I’ve been out here breathing air for the same amount of time I was in there floating in fluid.

Things I’m doing at 9 months:

*Not sucking on the boob.  Ok, so that’s something I’m NOT doing.  Semantics…sheesh.

*Eating solid food!  Ma and pa have FINALLY stopped shoving that friggin’ mush down my throat!  All I had to do was crawl around for an extra 30 minutes a day to burn a couple hundred more calories and perfect that “hmmmm…he’s kinda looking skinny” look and BAM! out came the chopped up chicken and ravioli.  Score one for the baby.

*Cruising.  I’m so totally badass at walking my way around tables, chairs and the like.  I freaking love grabbing onto unstable objects like stools with wheels just so I can watch ma clutch her chest and shriek for me to stop.  Hi-larious.

*Hittin’ the gym two days a week.  Ma got me a membership to My Gym (http://www.my-gym.com/).  I highly recommend it.  The staff there is full of hot chicks with tons of energy.  Nothin’ says “life is good” like a cute blonde helping you with your front somersault.

*Waving.  I started waving when I was about 8 months old.  I was bored.  Needed a new behavior to elicit amusing reactions from adults.

*Sleeping soundly from 6:30pm to 7am.  Boys need beauty sleep too.

Stop growing so fast, my little man!  Little baby-you is leaving so quickly, but the beauty is that little boy-you is just as amazingly breathtaking.  While I miss nursing you (how I never thought I’d say that!), I now love watching you concentrate with all your might as you grab little pieces of food in your clumsy, tiny fist and aim for your mouth.  The food only makes it there about 67% of the time, but when it does…oh! when it does, you are in heaven!  I have loved hearing your tiny baby gurgles turn into little baby giggles that have now morphed into full-blown baby-belly laughs when I tickle your tummy.  You have truly and totally breathed your way into every part of my being in such a way that my heart is now wrapped in chubby, soft, rolly-poly baby love.  You are my heart and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Love and kisses to you, Augers.  Love, Mama

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