Max-9 months

This boy. 

 Brandon is literally the greatest dad ever. I love watching how much our boys basically worship him.

 Speaking of worship, someone loves his brother. Two someones, actually.

 At the Y with Noni.

 I seriously birthed a blond child. My hair is not just dark, it is BLACK. This is crazy. And, perfect.

I feel like those are pretty broad stats. I have no idea what Anderson weighed at this point because I am too tired to look it up. I will do that one day soon. 

*At his 9 month appt, we found out he had ANOTHER DOUBLE EAR INFECTION. It has literally not even been a month since his tubes were put in, which is frustrating. 

**The most frustrating part is that this marks the 4th time I was making him Cry It Out in the middle of the night only to be asked by a doctor, "Has he not been crying at night? I am sure his ears are hurting him." Awesome pat on the back for me right there. Some people get babies who sleep through the night on their own, I get a baby who I can't even make cry because he has broken ears. (I win, though. My kid is cute.)

This boy:

loves to wave at himself & say bye-bye, can also say Brother, Daddy & Ball; loves his Monkey lovey, will not let me out of his sight if he can help it; crawls everywhere, pulls up on everything, cruises all over the place; has this perfect pair of blue eyes, blond hair that is getting a little shaggy & wears cotton balls in his ears in the tub; he loves to play with the basketball toy, everything his brother is playing with & his sisters; he goes to sleep like a rockstar about 7:15 and occasionally sleeps through the night; he has 4 teeth (2 on the top & 2 on the bottom); gets so excited about people that he loves & cannot stand being put in his carseat; is a trooper in every sense of the word as he is drug around everywhere, all of the time, handed random things to play with & fed at random times; is obsessed with riding toys; loves patty cake, itsy bitsy spider, baths, the vacuum, the dishwasher & the lower shelves of the fridge; has made me appreciate mommyhood in ways I never imagined.

 The definition of neurotic might be taking your baby to the optometrist for his InfantSee appt even though he has already been seen (& cleared) by 2 Pediatric Ophthalmologists.

 Only a Catholic baby.

In short, he is perfect, he is mine and I am happy. (same goes for the face peeking around him, too)


Anderson 9 months (for comparison)

Max waving bye bye

A video of Max laughing that might make you want to steal my children

Playing with the riding toy

Max playing basketball