Austin has officially been out of my belly as long as he was in (well, not technically because he was five days late, but whatever). I know I say this every month, but I really can't believe it. I was okay when 6 months came along, and 7 months seemed close enough to 6, and 8 months was really only 2 months past 6, but NINE MONTHS!?!??! It's just too close to one year, which I am not ready for. It seems like Austin is practically changing over night these days. His personality is really starting to shine through -- he's becoming quite a little cheeser. Nearly all the conversations Toren and I have start with something like "Can you believe how cute he is?" or "Austin is such a silly little guy!" or "Hurry, look at what Austin is doing!" Yes, we're those kind of sappy parents. And we love (almost) every second of it.
At nine months Austin...
...has finally decided he likes real solid foods....sometimes (Cheerios, pancakes, scrambled eggs, fishy crackers, ham, graham crackers, spaghetti noodles....uh, whipped cream).
...can successfully climb up the one stair from the family room to the kitchen.
...loves going to church.
...will not nap unless he's in his crib or his carseat.
...pulls himself up on everything.
...takes side steps along the couch.
...makes clicking noises with his tongue.
...loves to swim at the swimming pool.
...is fascinated by the vacuum; he follows it/me around the house.
...takes two 2-hour naps a day most days.
...hates having socks on.
...is constantly crawling; he never stops moving.
...has two very sharp teeth.
...slept from 13.5 hours straight the other night.
...is becoming a bit of a mama's boy.
