Happy 9 Months, Wells!

Wellsy,

You're 9 whole months. I was just a few weeks beyond nine months when you decided it was time to join our family outside of my body. I was 38 weeks, 5 days. And here we are, celebrating that we've been holding you in our arms for 9 months. 

This next month is sure to give us a crawler. You want to crawl so badly. You're ready. You get on your belly and try to pull with your arms. As Dad says, you may be a scooter like Mac. 

In your eighth month your palate has really expanded. Most of it is because of convenience (feeding you fresh bread at the table when I don't have puffs) and reality that I can let go a bit. 

Your voice is so sweet... and loud! Apparently you've discovered how to be heard. 

Bananas is still a favorite, and I can sneak in a veggie between your favorite fruits. 

You are in 12 month sizes, and you definitely nap 1-3. If we are home you'll snooze 9-11, and sometimes you'll catch a few zzzzzs in the car between those times. Everyone in the nursery- YMCA and church- loves to hold you. Mr. Terry always rocks you during the message, and you cried today when he had to give you up. I think it broke both of your hearts!

Reaching and grabbing happen every day, and you're great at feeding yourself puffs. Celebrate this victory with us :o)

We love you, buddy.

-mommy