The days are long and the weeks are…longer. Isn’t that how the saying goes?
If you’ve got a 9 month old like mine you might feel that way. I remember all of my kids going through a stage where they wanted to be held or at least have a visual on me at all times, but we’re in the thick of it right with Briggs and it’s exhausting.
He will be happy playing and if he sees me leave the room there is wailing. While I’m cooking dinner, he’s crying at my leg. Hallie is more than willing to hold him, but that’s not what he wants and he’ll continue to cry.
If I’m holding him and he sees Steve walk into the room, he suddenly wants Steve and vice versa. Steve coined it best last week when Briggs was crying despite being held, he said, “I’m so done with the baby stage.” Sadly, I couldn’t agree more. We’ve had a baby on and off for many years and I think we’re both okay to move on. Don’t get me wrong – there are so many things that are tender and precious and wonderful about where we’re at right now, and we really do try our best to live in the moment. But at the same time we recognize we’re ready and oddly its comforting to know we’re both on the same page.
He’s nine months old and he just barely tipped the scale at 16lbs. He looks really long, but I think it’s just because he’s so skinny because he’s average in length. He likes to crawl up on the open dishwasher. He’s figured out how to get up the stairs which just made our life more interesting and barricades are now going up. He still army crawls around the room but we’ve seen him crawl so we know he’s capable. When he gave up the pacifier a couple weeks back, he also gave up the bottle – which means I’m the only one that can give him milk right now and I don’t like that one bit. My favorite time with him is the first hour he’s awake in the morning. He’s happy, smiley and playful. Some days it lasts – other days it doesn’t!