I love 9 months! Of course I love my kids at all ages but 9 months is so fun: personalities emerge, mobility increases but is not quite to the point where they can outrun you or reach the high shelves, babbling turns into a form of communication, and love for mommy is at a high point (I won't pretend I don't love that).
Our little girl is sweet, curious, adoring of big brother, always smiling, and just a joy to be around.
She's getting so big but is still my little baby. Big enough to give big wet kisses, and little enough to snuggle perfectly in my arms.
Big enough to be silly, and little enough to giggle at everything.
I am feeling more and more how quickly the baby in her will slip away. I am excited to find out what she will be up to as she gets bigger but am savoring every moment I can get with her baby-self now.
I've already seen how fast the baby years can pass. Just look at my big boy. It seems like yesterday he was 9 months old and now he's already a big four!
And what's Haley up to? She wants to walk. She really, really wants to walk. Of course, since she'd love to keep up with Lucas. She's a side-stepping fool and cruising along furniture at high speeds.
She loves her and Lucas' new kitchen.
She still loves trains.
And of course reading.