9 Months Old

Mom freaked out about me being 9 months old today.  She didn't freak out about 8 months, but to her, 9 months feels awfully close to a year.  I had my 9 month checkup today.  I weigh 17 lbs 1 oz.  I'm 27.5 inches tall.  I've graduated to a big girl car seat.  I don't quite crawl yet but I like to lay on my tummy and scoot backward...until I run into something and can't go any further.  Mom says my tantrums have been getting out of hand so she's been saying "NO!" and giving me that serious face when I try to arch my back while she changes my diaper.  Dr. Leff says I can't have bottles in the middle of the night anymore and that I should be able to go 8 hours without a bottle.  She also said I can start eating meats (hooray) and need to practice more with a sippy cup.  Right now I just like to bang the cup on my high chair.  Oh, and mom and dad are planning to kick me out of their bed.  We'll see how much I like that!  I like to cuddle.  Mom likes to cuddle with me when daddy is gone at work and she has to sleep by herself.  It's time for me to be a big girl and sleep in my crib alone.

Mom got smart and made two signs this month.  I like to wreck my signs because I love to rip paper.  Just ask Grandma.  I loved ripping up her Ralphs coupons!

Look, my fishy butt matches my sign.

Mom had a hard time choosing a picture because she says I'm a cheeseball.