rbaby 9 months and counting.

dear rbaby,
you're 9 months old.
we love your belly laugh.
we love to squeeze your pudgy legs,
and blow raspberries on your tummy.
we love it when you wave at us.
we love the little callus on your big toe,
from pushing yourself around on our floors.



you love having teeth.
you love waffles.
you love applesauce.
you love yogurt.
you love peas.
you love french toast.

you hated trying blueberries.



you love playing puzzles with nboy.
you love playing babies with ggirl.
you love wrestling with daddy.

when uncle m. comes over,
you think his very-beared-face is very concerning.



you're loving the dirt already this summer.
{mommy not-so-much}.
you insist on scooping gravel through your fingers,
sliding on your belly in the sand,
drinking the water from the backyard baby pool,
and trying to eat fistfuls of freshly mowed grass.



xoxo, darling baby! happy 9 months.