Baby Jett - 9 Months

The rapidly approaching 1st birthday is both exciting and scary at the same time.

Only 3 more months?

That's crazy!

So here's Baby Jett at 9 months.

I have no stats because our 9 month checkup isn't for 2 more weeks, but if I were to guess I'd say he's still tall and skinny and is definitely no more than 18 lbs, he hasn't chunked up any but he seems taller as he can reach much higher on shelves!

His hair is still brown/blonde.  He looks pretty bald most of the time, just look at those pics on the stairs, but I swear he has tons of hair in those bald spots it's just blonde and you can't see it!  I imagine when he gets his first hair cut all the brown will be cut away and he'll officially be blonde...but we'll see.

Eyes, still blue...I still think they'll turn gray. 

He lets go of everything and stands on his own.  Usually it's to better hold onto whatever object he's shoving into his mouth, ie. spatula, spoon, Cheerios, etc etc. and I'm not even sure that he realizes he's standing most of the time...I think he thinks the object is holding him up cause after a little while of standing he'll just sort of sink back to the floor and sit down.  Like oh shit...I'm not holding onto anything, better sit down.

He cruises, cruises and cruises some more.  He's like a half second away from walking.  I'm in trouble when that happens...

Case in point, he can do the stairs.  And unfortunately he'll start crawling up them without warning...usually in the half a minute when no one is watching him.  This morning he did them with this ball in his hand.

He loves to unpack.  Drawers, suitcases, shelves, laundry, dishwasher, anything with stuff in it.  Sometimes he puts things back, the spoons from the dishwasher that I let him "help" unload end up in his drawer sometimes, but mostly he just pulls everything out and puts it on the floor...so helpful.

He has officially retired from all bath chairs, seats, etc. and now takes baths like a big boy.   He should of been out of his little chair months ago but every time I took him out he'd try to get back in.  Now I leave it in the bathtub for him to play with and to keep him away from the nozzle which he finds endlessly fascinating!  If I'd let him he'd spend all of bathtime just standing and playing with the nozzle...ugh, so dangerous!

He comes when called...kind of like a dog...so cute.

He's up to eating solids for 3 meals a day and 1 snack now.  He's becoming kind of a picky eater and will not eat just anything I set in front of him anymore.  Boo!

He's still on an anti-meat kick unless it's you know CHICKEN SCHWARMA from the Mediterranean place or MEATLOAF...weirdo.

He might not eat meat but he has discovered the joy of Cheerios.  LOVES Cheerios...and so does the cat.  They share.

He still enjoys boob every hour or two all day every day.

He flushes the toilet and will play in the toilet if the lid is left up...which means bathroom doors are now always CLOSED.

Sleeping, while shitty this week, has generally been good.  Down at 7pm, sleep for 6-8 hours, up once in the middle of the night for a feed and then up for the day between 6-7am.  Morning naps are almost always an hour and 15 minutes and afternoon nap is anywhere from 45 mins - 2 hours.  SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHERE IT WAS and basically we're done fighting it.  It is what it is and I can work with this schedule.

Now that sleeping has been resolved some of my brain space and energy has opened up and I've decided to fill it with ECing and sign language.

We started ECing (that's Elimination Communication ie. early toilet training) a few weeks ago and he's pretty good about pooping in the potty...pees less so, but we catch some...which is better than none! So far we're catching morning potties and after afternoon nap potties...the rest of the day I've yet to catch even one pee.

Sign language...he doesn't seem to get the sign language AT ALL.  But we'll keep trying.  I'm working on "more", "done" and "milk"...if he ever gets those three I'll start doing more.

He says "mama" and "dada" but I don't know if he REALLY know what they mean, but he says them all the time.  The kitties he calls them "kuh"  or "key" and then squeals at them.

And FINALLY we have some teeth!  Two days after he turned 9 months old (and a week of shitty shitty sleep!) the left bottom tooth popped through and the very next day the right bottom tooth.  So we have both of our front bottom teeth!  I kind of thought he was going to be one of those freak kids who didn't get any teeth until 18 months...luckily that's not the case, though I must say TEETHING SUCKS and I really hope we don't have to go through that shit sleep with EVERY tooth!

Dude really wasn't cooperating for his photo session this month...he wouldn't sit still.  Luckily he's pretty cute so I forgive him.