Nine months is such a strange point to be at. I have known you outside, in the world and in my arms as long as I grew you inside my body.
You are gaining momentum in life. You almost have one full tooth. You are crawling at top speeds and cuddling in the middle of the night. You are talking that sweet baby gibberish and laughing belly-laughs. You fight sleep and you fight against separation from mama.
You chase your brother and reach for his toys. You crawl up to the dog and reach for her tale. You are fiery and brave.
Your smile spills out love and sweetness.
You are curious and playful.
We love you!
(Baby yoga anyone?)