9 Months Old

Classic Dace- laughing, smiling, one sock on, one sock off.

My new favorite toy.

Bundled up for my morning walk. Yay!

Wrestling with Dad

Dace is just such a joy. He was 9 months on Sunday since February didn't have a 29th and measures in at 30 inches, 23 lbs, 10 ounces. He chats up a storm all day long and loves talking on the phone. Every time it rings, he looks over, smiles and starts racing over to see if its gramma. He crawls around all day exploring the same nooks and crannys but never gets bored. Well, hardly ever. He loves feeding himself cheerios, whole wheat bread, veggie macaroni, bits of cheese and the occasional piece of carpet lint. He is getting better at the sippy cup and is slowly accepting the fact that he can hold his own bottle and mom's not going to do it forever. He loves books (which I am thrilled about) whether he is flipping through them on his own or if I am reading him the story. He giggles at all the silly different voices and sound effects. It's been record cold here the last couple days but I have bundled him up for our morning walks. He gets all snuggly under the wind guard and has a great nap. When we get back, I park him outside in front of the door and he'll sleep for another hour all cozy with a cool breeze. He gets that from his Racicot DNA. He squeals with delight when daddy gets home then follows him around like a lost puppy until bedtime. This includes waiting outside the bathroom door, pounding on it with his little fists and whimpering. (Welcome to my world.) But they have a blast wrestling and playing like boys in a way that only a dad can do. Sleeping through the night is still hit and miss but its a quick change and bottle and back to sleep he goes. And yes, Dallin still takes the graveyard shift every night with the exception of Saturdays for which I am eternally grateful. In a nut shell, life is good.