9 Month Wils
My Sweet Handsome Wils, today you are 9 months old. I look at you taking off across the floor or making engine noises with one of your brothers' cars and I wonder who you are what did you do with my baby?
At nine months old you are proudly sporting 15-18 month old clothing and looking even more grown up since we've moved beyond one piece baby suits and you are now sporting cargo pants and button downs.
I have no idea what you officially weigh, but my rough estimate is around 45lbs...ok, probably not, but my arms sure feel like that. But I'm not complaining. I'm going to eat up every single second of cuddling your sweet little self I can get.
You just started crawling on New Years Day and I know my days of holding you close are numbered. Your eyes stayed glued on your big brothers running around, walking in the store, and chasing each other through the house.
Your feet are anxious to join the shenanigans. But even all the surrounding calamity doesn't distract your growing appetite. You are starting to wean and have made countless lunges for more grown up food. You have a snobby pallet though since you now turn down baby food with a polite shove and grab for my pizza.
And when you can't find pizza you've been caught red handed raiding your brothers' chicken nuggets, mac 'n cheese, spaghetti, goldfish, and pop tarts. And just so anyone wonders if he lives off junk food he also is a huge fan of green beans and peas, but not pureed. Like I said, baby food is so yesterday and we have moved on to bigger and better.
Speaking of bigger and better, you have discovered the world that awaits you above floor level as you attempted to pull up on the table and toy chest this week. Your eyes lit up when you saw the endless toys waiting for you, or maybe it was the tv remote, but you were still excited to see what you could get to when you get up off the floor.
I also have to say Wils, I love the sound of your voice. It's slightly raspy and perfectly sweet and you have made it reach notes I've only heard in Operas. I'm pretty sure it's all competition based since you sense the urge to vocally defeat your big brothers, but even with your crawling skill aiding your disappearing acts, I still can find you pretty fast since you are usually babbling up a storm about something.
My handsome Wils, as I watch you become bold, daring, adventurous, and brave, I also see the same laid back and very sweet little guy you've always been. Even when you're sick or sad or scared you are never demanding, but you have a way that wraps my complete heart around you and I cherish every little minute you seek to spend in my arms.
You pass out beaming grins to anyone we meet. You are a favorite in church nursery because of your super napping powers and flirty grins. Your brothers can make you laugh like no one else and your Daddy's voice is your favorite sound in the world. Your sky blanket is always close at hand, and your thumb is even closer. And you my precious Wils are an amazing man in the making and Mommy and Daddy love you so very much. So proud of who you are becoming! Happy 9 months Wilson!