Our nine-month photo had to be of Curtis in his favorite place...the bathtub. Apparently he's part fish. As soon as he hears the water running he makes a break for the bathroom with a huge smile on his face and squeals with delight. It is definitely one of my favorite times of the day. His laughter is infectious and I am guaranteed happiness for as long as I can keep him from dunking his face under water. Joy.
Our little boy has become not so little. He is climbing stairs (and falling down them, too). He is tearing around the house and is into every drawer, purse, shelf, etc. that he can reach. He has already broken a waffle iron, choked on some paper he pulled out of the printer, and is a magnet for little objects left on the floor by his big sisters. Already I feel like he's living up to the reputation of boys worldwide...but I love it. He is still the center of our family life, keeping us laughing and keeping us guessing. Happy nine months, Curtis!
4 comments:
I needed that little bit of motherhood joy. Thank you. It really is in the simple moments, isn't it? I had a mini breakdown last night, wondering where the joy is in all of this parenting stuff. I know it's there, but I let dumb little things get to me.
He is just SO adorable! Sad that those nine months went SO stinkin fast, though.
He is adorable. That face! It kills me.
What a cutie pie! He sounds like Jackson getting into everything, falling, choking on things. It's good stuff too, even when they don't stop crying all day (can you tell what kind of day we are having?) Happy 9 months little Man!
No Way! 9 months already! I know I say this EVERY month but he is STILL the most beautiful baby out there!
P.S. LOVED your year in review! Glad you added the bruising of the tailbone that was a great Amy J story! :)
Post a Comment