Yesterday you turned 9 months old. Nine whole months. It's amazing that you've now been on the outside, with us, just as long as you were on the inside. I can't believe how fast time has passed. As I write this you are on the floor with your Dad, dancing and playing with your toy piano. You love to sing, you love to play and most of all you love your Dad and I. We can't seem to go far without you getting upset or army crawling as fast as you possibly can to get to where we are. You are so smart.
You have learned so many new things this month. You can now make the "th" sound as well as the "f" sound. You learned how to pull yourself up to stand and in just 2 weeks of doing so you're all over the place, now. You love to pull yourself up on anything that will hold your weight and even on a few things that struggle to do so. You love to pull yourself up on the step in front of the fireplace and once you get up there, you love to just sit and read your books. Then after reading your books, and when I say reading I mean pulling one down, screaming at the pictures then throwing the books across the floor then looking for the next book. After reading your books you usually face plant while trying to get off the step but it's amazingly cute to watch. You land very softly onto carpet and just roll with it. It's terribly cute.
Here's more added to the list of the things you've accomplished in the last month: