Baby Girl turned 9 months old yesterday and I forgot to blog about it. I planned pictures and everything. My tired brain just plumb forgot. I guess it's the Bad Mother of the Year Award for me now, huh? It doesn't matter that I have four other children, a husband and am pregnant and oozing weepy hormones from every crevice in my body. Nope, I'm just bad. To the bone.
So, without further adieu...here she is in all of her 9 month old chubby glory!
All 21 lbs of her. Technically, this picture was a few weeks before she was 9 months, but she hasn't changed much. Maybe a pound or twenty. And no, this isn't my bed. I wish. This was at the lovely Hampton Inn. I truly love their beds. I want one muy mucho.
Here she is trying to eat the camera. Because we all know she is just famished. Poor undernourished baby. She has the cutest dimples next to her nose when she smiles!
Oh my word, she has certainly changed our lives.
And now for a list of her accomplishments:
-she walks around furniture.
-she stands alone, unassisted for several minutes at a time.
-she says mama, dada, uh-oh and a few things in Mandarin Chinese.
-she will not touch baby food. She feeds herself things like chicken, steak, egg yolks, cereal, peas, carrots, green beans, potatoes, broccoli and the list goes on.
-she drinks from a sippy cup
-she puts every foreign object known to man in her mouth. She has even pooped a few interesting things. She must be watched like a hawk.
-she has 4 teeth through and two more coming in. She is like a T-Rex, that kid.
-she has more hair than Monk.
-she has her mother's lovely personality and her father's temper. She's fit thrower.
-she knows her alphabet and her times tables through 4.
Wow. She's a sweet one, that girl. It's hard to believe that she will only be the "baby" for 7 more months. Seven more months of her "firsts" and then we get to start all over again. But you know what? She will always be my baby. Just like the rest of them.
They're all my babies. Forever.