Katie is 9 months old and I absolutely cannot believe it. It seems like just yesterday that a little 7lb burrito of a baby joined us. I remember coming home from the hospital (after my in-car freakout that maybe Katie wasn’t breathing) and thinking that our cats looked so much bigger than when I left them two days prior. And that some of the 6 and 9 month sized clothes we had received would surely never fit my itty bitty baby.
But somehow, Katie grew out of those newborn, 3mo, 6mo, and now almost 9mo sized clothes. The cats seem feather-light compared to her. She’s mobile and vocal and is just the sweetest little girl I could ever had imagined. She has started babbling to herself in the car; sometimes yelling out and sometimes whispering.
She has been a big bundle of milestones lately : pulling to stand, crawling, a bit of cruising, learning to go from belly to sitting (and doing so in her crib). She was not so sure about our fake Christmas trees and other fake garland, but she’s warmed up to it and will reach out to touch the trees and sometimes repeat our saying “tree”.
When we walk into her room in the mornings to get her out of her crib, she smiles at us and gets so excited. Sometimes she’ll then get so upset that we put her back down on the changing table for a diaper change before her bottle. She has some separation anxiety. We’ve had some bad mornings doing the drop off at daycare, but hopefully that is not a trend that will continue.
I am so excited to see what the next month brings. I have a feeling that things are about to really pick up and time will start moving extremely quickly.
Only 3 months left until Katie hits the big 0-1 and isn’t a *baby* anymore.