9 Months.. Already.

My sweet, sweet Mac and Paisley. Where have these nine months gone? I can't believe it has only been nine months, and I can't believe it has already been nine months... It's like you've always been with me, yet I feel our time together has still been so short.

I love love love watching each of you become individuals. It is so exciting to learn what you love, dislike, and could care less about. I get emotional when I think about our times together, M and P. I was looking at some pictures of you from the hospital and when we first brought you home, and I cried. I am not ready for you to be 10 years old, but I know it'll happen as quickly as these 9 months. 

Random facts-

We can have dairy now, and you love fruit mixed with yogurt

Breakfast is your biggest meal

You love feeding yourself Cheerios and puffs

Our days of keeping you in the car seat in a restaurant are O.V.E.R.

Your Nana calls every morning and sings to you

When Dada gets home, you light up. 

You're mobile!

We FaceTime with GeeP and Mimi, Uncle Kyle, Aunt Courtney, Pac, KK, and Blakey. 

Tonight you 'graduated' to 9-12 month pajamas, and I almost lost it. 

You. are. loved. 

 Mac, 

You are still sweet as ever. You are gentle, and you are soft. You're pretty easy going unless you're hungry or tired. This month you've started feeding yourself. Sometimes you use the pincer grasp, but most often you are a whole hand feeder.

This smacking noise when you eat is too cute, but at some point it won't be cute table manners. You nap well, and you cuddle loveys when you sleep. You also like a soothie pacifier. 

People laugh at your emotions because as easy going as you are, you let us know how you feel with either a squeal, grunt, or by moving your arms in excitement. 

We dance and sing, and you just love being cuddled. 

I wanted to capture your personality, and here are things you do these days:

Self entertainment

 Excited face and gesture

Still shots of your lip 'smacking'

Paisley, sweet P, Paisley Grace, Pai Pai.. 

Just a few of your nicknames. You are spunky. You are so fun and full of energy. Never a dull moment as you're constantly striving to know what is going on around you, and you do your best to be in the middle. You make me laugh so hard sometimes, and I know I'm in for a real treat as you grow. 

You have mastered a fake cough and cry. You love being held and rarely do you miss a beat. Most often you're reaching, leaning, or scooting. I've learned this month that you aren't a fan of cinnamon as I've tried it in applesauce, sweet potatoes, and pumpkin. 

You, sweet P, are a pinwheel in your bed. You crawl to the end and pull down the bumper to see. We call you our little 'fire cracker.'

After I got one still shot, here's what you did in your chair:

I decided to take individual pictures this time after the joint pictures looked like this:

I could get soppy on you, and I am oh so tempted. I don't want to 'lose my marbles' just yet, though, so I'll wrap it up telling you what you already know so well-

We are blessed with you, and we love you whole heartedly. :o)

You have taught me a new kind of love, and it is incredible. Thank you. 

Now, time, slow down!