It’s May and Jude is now 9 1/2 months old. Where has the time gone? I feel as though he’s sprouted up over night. I heard him rustling in his crib after his afternoon nap yesterday and decided to grab my camera. My little boy seems so big already!
Jude started pulling himself up on things the first few days in May and since then is all over the place. He travels from the couch to the coffee table to the fireplace in seconds. We swore he would go straight to walking, but a week or so ago he figured out crawling and climbing up steps. There is no stopping him now! Unfortunately. He is into everything. A couple days ago he bonked his eye on the corner of the coffee table – hence the bruise in the pictures.
I am in love with his face and tousled hair when he first wakes up. Even in the mornings he’ll sit and jabber and play in his crib for a good while until I come in. He is usually all smiles when I come get him. Many people are shocked and tell me what a good and happy baby he is. We are definitely blessed with a content and “easy” child. I’m sure the next one won’t be as calm though!
Jude still has no teeth and no sight of any coming in. That hasn’t kept him from eating though! He would eat all day if I let him. He loves blueberries and scrambled eggs and gumming on a piece of wheat toast. I’m sure he would figure out a way to eat anything I give him though. When we go out for BBQ, he devours baked beans, mac n cheese, and squash casserole. Who wouldn’t?! I hope to not raise a picky eater, and so far so good! Our only problem is water – he won’t drink it unless I mix in an ounce of juice so that it has a hint of flavor and sweetness.
He makes a lot of noise – squeals and the typical, “mamamamama” and “dadadadada”. I am very proud of his wave. I think he is too – because he waves all the time to us and other people. And Kitty. He’ll even do it on cue most of the time with ‘say hi!’ or ‘bye-bye!’.
He is not much a cuddler anymore and hates being swaddled or cradled. I think he is on the verge of being a one nap a day baby, which I kind of hate. He’ll sleep through the night, but still fights sleep even if he is exhausted and rubbing his eyes.
I’m convinced that although he looks a little more like me, he has more of his dad’s personality – lately he loves his back and head being scratched/rubbed and he plays with toy cars all day. Anything with an engine immediately gets his attention and a ride on the four wheeler is my go-to to cheer him up.
He is definitely a Mama’s Boy right now – and I love that because I don’t think it will last long.
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