9 months

Dear Max,

9 months old, brother. Wowsers. A year and a half ago, you were one cell in me and one cell in your dad. Now, you are a bucket of smiles that can see  us from across the room and come to us yourself. That’s crazy. You are really quite proud of your recent mobility and you think you are hilarious. You are, to be fair.

Your love for our dogs has really expanded. Ritchie, especially, gets you really excited. We catch the two of you playing a lot…you like to hold onto his toys and play tug of war. You love to pull his hair, which he likes. Bertha hates that, so she is a little wary of you. You love to make eye contact with her, like you are trying to make her smile.

You call out “Mama” and “Dada”, and you love us with your whole being. I’ve never seen anything like it. You ooze joy, and strangers all feel the need to point it out. You are tops.

This morning I left you playing in your room so I could take a shower. You played for a few minutes happily, and then you crawled into the bathroom, tugged on the curtain so I would know you were there, then pulled out your bath toys and played until I finished. Just last week you would have just cried because you were lonely. Now, you just take care of business! It is great to watch.

I’ve been meaning to have a serious talk with you about your sleep. I’m not thrilled. You see, you seem to only be interested in sleeping if you are attached to me, which makes it a little hard to get anything done, ever. I promise I will be here when you wake up, so just stop that right this minute, mister. That’s my only complaint.

You’re so freaking cool.



2 Responses to “9 months”
  1. Beth says:

    Amazing post, Carmen! And I love the pictures, you have a very handsome boy there.

  2. grandma says:

    Exactly what I would have said if I were a journalist like you. That’s sweet and he is sooooo precious.

    Love Grandma

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