Every time I think about the fact that Grace is 9 months old my stomach drops. Can she really be nine months old? Three months away from being a year? My little baby is slipping through my fingers.
I went rifling through her drawers looking for something and I stumbled across the lotion, wipes, and comb kit that they give you for your baby in the hospital. They had a certain smell that took me back to those first couple of days with Grace. For whatever reason it made me sad. I felt like I was saying my goodbyes to her tiny baby phase, packing up those memories I had, and storing them away only to stumble upon them when I'm re-reading old blog posts. I'm not too good with change, especially when it sneaks up on me.
I had to drop the stuff that I was looking at and run out of Grace's room so I could catch her before she pulled all of the books off of our bookshelf. There isn't too much time to be dwelling on the past with this wee babe.
This new phase is exciting though. Grace is learning at the speed of lightening. I love every minute of it. She wants to see, touch, and explore everything.
What she's up to right now.
-Crawling and starting to walk along the couch.
-Babbling and whisper babbling
-Eating soft finger food (and I think she is giving up on pureed baby food)
-Clapping, giving kisses, bouncing, mimicking
-Giving hugs (while biting your shoulder)
-Has serious potential for teeth but none quite yet
-Loves: being the center of attention, watching Pride and Prejudice (seriously though), puffs, her blanket, other kids, jewelry and watches.
-Hates: cold water, green beans, being held down (aka at the doctors office when he is trying to look in her ears)
-Is all around happy.
Happy Nine Months Gracers