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I love this boy more and more every day. Lately I've been feeling a little overwhelmed being a working mom. I know people do it all the time, but sometimes it's hard to me to feel like I'm really doing okay at something if I've got fifty somethings to do. I'm working on being patient about that. Luckily I get to go 1/2 time next year. I'm so excited to have more time with my little buddy.
I love picking Gavin up at the end of the day and have him reach out his arms for me to pick him up. If he's on the ground, he'll pull at my pant legs and want to get up to his mama. Melts my heart.
At nine months, Gavin army crawls with the best of them. I turn around and he's under the table or eating the pedals on the piano or investigating the garbages. He still likes to test the taste of things in his mouth. As you can tell, he's eating just fine. Last week he weighed in at 23 lbs 14 ozs. Chubba lub! (I still feel like my arms should look like Jillan Michaels, but they don't.) He's experimenting with all sorts of less-pureed foods. We're also testing out gluten, which I'm allergic to. Hopefully the breads and pastas and all things yummy sit well with him. He can feed himself and bottle and other foods. Sometimes I take away his independence because I just want to hold him while he drinks, but other times it's nice. He's got four teeth - two fangs on top and the two middle teeth on the bottom. I'm still getting used to his new smile!
He waves and babbles and laughs and jumps. Squeals and copies us and runs away. He's working on clapping and making his little fingers work how he wants them to. He's been watching Baby Signing Time and laughs and laughs. I know he understands "all done" but he hasn't done anything on his own yet. But at least I can blow dry my hair or get dinner ready and not worry that he's getting into trouble.
This is a happy, pleasant kid. He is usually sitting in his crib peering out the slats waiting for me to come and get him. He is pretty consistent at his schedule. He sleeps from 7-7 and then takes two good naps a day. I need the predictability - good for an OCD mom.
Yesterday Gavin looked at Brian and I and screamed at us - lots of times. He grabbed the side of his highchair and his face got red and he started shaking his head at us. He's got things to say and I can't wait to hear all about it. It's fun to see his little personality come out - pleasant or mad.
I look at this picture and cannot believe how fast the time has gone. He'll be one before I know it! But for now, we enjoy the moments. There are so many good things and we are learning so much along the way.
Just thankful, thankful for my sweet Gavin!
