On Friday, you were nine months old! I'm a few days late writing your letter, because things have been very busy around here! You are growing like a weed. At your nine month check-up, you weighed 22lbs and 3 oz and you were 29 1/4 inches long. You're out growing most of your 12 months clothes, but your 18 month clothes are still a little big on you.
This month you really started babbling a lot. You seem to have full conversations with yourself. Too bad we can't understand baby! You have said a lot of words that we can understand though like, mama, dada, duck, kitty, doggy, night-night, and ok. You've become very vocal when you need or want something. This leads to a lot of screaming. Speaking of screaming, you've mastered the high-pitched screech. Your daddy calls you a velociraptor.
Up until a few days ago, you were eating all kinds of foods: pasta, mac and cheese, meats, cheese, fruits, veggies, and goldfish crackers. Then you started spitting up again, after almost 3 months of no spitting up. The doctor thinks you might be allergic to some type of food, so we had to go back to fruits and vegetables, and re-introduce everything to see what might be making you spit up.
You like to play with your toys, and you still like your jump-a-roo. You love to watch the Wonderpets and the Backyardigans on television. You probably like those shows because of the singing. You love it when we sing to you. You've even been getting into the Christmas carols lately.
Speaking of Christmas; you have no idea what that is, but you really like looking at Christmas trees. Aunt Denise has a TON of holiday decorations in her house and you love to look at them. Especially at the train that she has running under her tree.
I love you more everyday. I still sneak into your room every night to see you before I go to bed. I know that santa will be bringing you lots of presents because you have been a very good boy.