Rockstar

Our little rockstar is now 9 1/2 months old. (And wearing 18 month+ clothing, might I add.)

The good:

We are now drinking REAL milk! Losing the formula. Best thing EVER.

Little dude feeds himself. Cut up a tomato and some mac'n cheese, put it on the highchair and let him eat. It's messy, but it works!

Two more teeth, for a grand total of four. These ones are big ol' chompers! I've already been bitten too many times. Seriously, I have the sores to prove it.

New laughs, new growls. Yes, I said growls. If you have a little boy, you probably know what I mean.

Little words, like yelling mama when he's hungry, waving and saying "hi" to Rockie in the mornings, or whispering while we're reading a book.

The not-so-good:

Very mobile. Crawls all over the house (ARMY crawls, who needs knees?!) and goes for everything. Outlets, cords, and sharp objects are his favorite. This morning he dumped all the water from under the fig tree all over himself. Awesome.

And to be honest, that's the only "not-so-good". So we're doing pretty well for ourselves!

This kid, he's seriously the best.