A Gray Life: 9 Months Already!

Cole is 9 months old. He is an army crawler, jabber box, loves his paci and weighs 15.40 lbs and is 26 inches long. Despite the use of his legs while crawling I am amazed at how quickly he can get from pint A to point B. Actually his little crawl is pretty funny to watch. Crawling down the hallway dragging his legs behind, drooling and hollering at the top of his lungs always reminds me of a teeny tiny wounded war victim.

Cole likes to eat Cheeto’s, cereal, watermelon, vanilla wafers, crackers and pudding but has little interest in actual baby food. Just recently Cole decided he could feed himself with a spoon which makes mealtime even messier than before (how is that possible)! I have to use 2 spoons during meal time. Here is the routine: I fill one with food and hand it off to him to put in his own mouth. Then I load up the second one because he won't relinquish the first spoon until I hand him another food filled utensil to grab and shove in his mouth. Repeat. Notice how EVERY inch of his face is shiny. That shine is from pudding, not the flash of the camera.

Cole likes taking a bath with his brother, playing catch/ball and loves the swing in the backyard. He is an outdoor kind of guy and can spend all morning outside on the lawn watching the dogs or playing with Case and mom. Despite loving his brother jealousy has begun to show its face in our home. Of course we deal with each boy wanting the same toy or wanting to swing in the same swing on a daily basis. But just recently whenever I am holding Case or pick Case up for a hug, if Cole witnesses the affection, he quickly shoots a disgruntled shout my way. And not surprisingly if I am holding Cole, Case more often than not suddenly needs to be held at that exact same moment as well. Mommy is currently in high demand. I love it!

Cole can clap his hands and wave hello and good bye. His wave looks more like a hail to Hitler, but mama knows what he is trying to do. Maybe my ears are anxious for additional communication, but I swear he has even said mama (ahhhhh, sweet music). He is still a lover and prefers to be held over anything else, which is my favorite trait about him.

Cole has 2 bottom teeth. Funny story about teeth. Shortly after Cole uncovered his first bottom tooth he decided to test out his new chomper on dear old mom while nursing. He was holding on for life and after my scream he not only held his grip but added a little tooth grinding action to the bite. Mom had to bop him on his ear to break his bite. As comical as this situation may sound, what was really funny is that immediately after the bop, he turned to look at me, opened his little mouth and yelled at me! Cole was disciplined for the first time and then he talked back all in one experience. Oh lordy, I am going to have my hands full! If you look really hard in this picture you can see his little teeth nubs.