And loving life. Not so much sleeping. Just when you thought sleep couldn’t get any worse, enter the nine month sleep regression. Is it teething, is it gas, who knows? Then there’s the times he wants to play, though that’s gotten a bit better. At least he doesn’t wake up wanting to play these days.
He is a mobile little dude. Probably the standing and the crawling has interfered with his sleep too. He gets into all sorts of trouble. We’ve mostly baby proofed… we watch him. He’s really into shoes. First thing he goes for. He likes shoes, walks, he bites, he drools, he eats food off the floor, he barks in his sleep, I think this kid was a dog in a previous life.
We had a lot of excitement this month. Cheryl and Yori’s wedding, a day trip down the shore. He had a lot of fun dancing at the wedding and trying to eat my food. They had some good food. They did part potluck. I had a kiwi artichoke cupcake for dessert. It was amazing.
He had fun playing with his cousin down the shore. He was too hot on the boardwalk. Didn’t care for the merry-go-round much. Spinning around in a circle is good, but doing it on an actual ride… We’re just happy he slept in the car. I was on the edge of my seat the entire trip waiting for him to wake up. And he did, going down, damn toll booth guy, but he slept the whole way back.
He’s not too into food, but he’ll pretty much eat anything if he gets to feed himself. More ends up on is clothes than in his mouth, but he tries. I’ve been trying out baby recipes, but so far I’ve been eating more of the stuff than he has.
His sixth tooth is almost through. Those top four teeth sure do take their time punching through. He’s constantly rubbing his face, I think because his gums itch. Going to ask the doctor when he goes Tuesday. Last night he gave himself two scratches. I felt awful.
