...and a one week!
This girl has such personality.
And this is SO her these days. Always making new funny faces and expressions to let us know that she is observing everything and so interested in life. A sponge.
Weighs in at 15 lbs 10 ounces, and is 27 inches tall.
Babbles and talks so much lately. I cannot get enough of listening to her talking while she plays and even when she talks directly to us. It’s a whole lot of “da-da-da’s” in all ranges of volume and I just wish I could understand what she is saying. She sounds so certain and intent sometimes.
Takes direction so very well. Like when I point out a sock under her dresser, she gladly goes and picks it up.
She loves playing in her sock drawer. The second drawer is just high enough for her to pull up on so she can stand and pull out all her socks.
So many toys, and the girl loves playing with socks, cups from our Tupperware cabinet, bottles and caps, soup cans, and any bag that is sitting on the ground. She will have all the content of the bag spread all over the room in less than five minutes.
Oh, but she does love her two Hot wheels cars that her aunt Rachel gave her. She LOVES them.
Has been pulling herself up to standing for a couple months now, but in the past few days has perfected pulling up on my legs and holding on to them until I pick her up. It’s the sweetest way she has figured out to get me to stop doing something, like washing dishes, and pick her up.
Loves any kind of food that we are eating. In small small portions. Her new favorite is sour cream and onion Ritz Chips...she LOVES them. Adam and I are realizing that we need to start snacking more healthy - LOL!
She’s gotten longer and though the waist of a 6 month pant fits her perfectly, 9 is too loose. But 6 month length fits her like capri’s.
Has super dexterity when picking up tiny things off the floor...followed by lightning speed when it goes from the floor to her mouth, too. gah. The cutest thing she has done in the past two days with that is studying my face and trying to pick up the mole under the left corner of my mouth.
At nine months, still no teeth.
Learned to clap at the beginning of last month, and now claps when you sing, “If you’re happy and you know it...”
Likes to wave a people - especially the cars that pass by when we are walking across a street.
Unfortunately, has a patch or two of eczema around her collarbone - just like I had when I was a baby. I’m was most upset about this, as I had high hopes that breast feeding would build her immunity against allergies like this, but such is life, right?!
Answers to her name when being called.
Except when she’s attempting to get into Henry’s water, and then she can’t hear a thing.
Also understands, “no-no!” when being told not to touch Henry’s water bowl, and after working with her, backs away from it. Most of the time.
Squeals and gets so excited when Henry runs in the doggy door. Sometimes she will crawl fast to my feet like he is chasing her. We know that is not the case, but it’s so cute that she thinks he is.
LOVES soft blankies, silk tags, faux fur. LOVES. She immediately buries her face in it and rubs it to her cheek. Before going to sleep, her two fingers are in her mouth, and a soft blankie is pulled up to her nose with the other hand. It’s the sweetest thing.
She’s done this for several months now, but I always forget to write it down.
Gah. She is nine months. Three months shy of a year. Gulp. Not. Possible.
Each night I rock her to sleep - especially in the past few weeks - my heart gets so overwhelmingly full. Yes, I’m exhausted. Yes, I’m also wondering if she will sleep through the night or wake up at 3AM. Yes, it’s been such a gigantic life change, and I’m coming to the realization that it’s never going to stop constantly changing. And yes, I get teary eyed because I so desperately hope she knows how important she is to me. To us. And as I look at her, I am humbled. And happy. Content with the perfect angel in my arms. And so I quietly out loud do what I have done with her since the very first moment she was placed in my arms.
And I immediately feel that she/we/everything will be just as it is supposed to be.
Happy happy, nine months, Ellis Chandler Rose.