:: Oh my goodness. Look at that face.
:: Month 9 has been good for you, baby boy.
:: Asher loves the sun.
:: Every time he wakes up, we throw open the curtains and blinds, and he gasps in delight.
:: And whenever we leave the house, he is just thrilled to be outside.
:: Crawling may just happen, folks.
:: It hasn't happened yet.
:: But I mean, look at that stance.
:: It's inevitable, right?
:: Asher's started experimenting with new sounds.
:: He'll frequently burst out into an enthusiastic ba-ba-ba, and we clap and cheer.
:: He has some separation anxiety.
:: The mommy dive happens frequently now.
:: Once he dives from another's arms into mine, he turns around and flashes this smug smile that says, "Ha. I win."
:: He had his nine-month doctor's appointment.
:: He's 20 lbs. 10 oz. (68th-percentile) and 29 inches long (77nd-percentile), with his head 19 inches around (99th-percentile).
:: Asher is a ravenous eater. We've cut back slightly on nursing and have pushed more solids.
:: Yogurt is probably his favorite food.
:: And green beans claim the least favorite spot.
:: We're trying to encourage finger food around here.
:: But Asher just collects the Gerber Puffs and Cheerios in his chubby fists.
:: They rarely make it to his mouth.
:: I wish I could have captured a picture of his fake smile.
:: He pulls it out around strangers sometimes.
:: He's all, I can tell you want me to smile, so maybe you'll buy this one even though I don't mean it.
:: Asher had his first fever during month 9.
:: It was a teething fever.
:: He teethed for almost two weeks before those little fangs finally broke through.
:: We ran out of Tylenol.
:: Recently I've had several people ask me when we plan on having another babe.
:: It won't be soon.
:: I need this sweet boy to be my baby for a while longer.
:: He fills my heart to bursting.