My littlest mancub turns 9 months today. It has passed more quickly than any other. If only I had nothing to do each day but to oogle over his deliciousness.
Today he is
crawling...straight to the backdoor every chance he gets,
climbing...all the way upstairs by himself,
munching...chicken nuggets and bean and cheese burritos,
giggling...hysterically at his brothers' antics,
fascinated...with the toilet and the dishwasher,
growling...to show hearty approval and excitement,
waiting...eagerly for bathtime,
loving...his family.
Happy 9 months, Precious. You are more than we ever hoped for, more than we deserve.
