Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Connor: Nine Months


Connor is all over the place now, mostly because he still can’t get himself back to a sitting position from being on his belly so he’s like a shark who has to keep moving all the time.


Connor had his nine-month appointment last week.  He weighed in at 22 lbs 4 oz, which puts him in the 88th percentile.  He is 29.5 inches long – my tall guy is in the 90th percentile for height so no wonder his pants are all highwaters.  And then there’s that head.  At least the nurse didn’t have to measure it twice.  He went down a percent to the 96th percentile.


As the 88th percentile might suggest, he is loving all the food so long as we are spooning it into his mouth.  He’s really not all that interested in picking the food up himself, except where the mesh feeder is involved.  He loves to gnaw on that thing when it’s full of frozen mango and even plain old ice cubes.


Connor is our little daredevil.  He has decided he likes to go headfirst off the couch or bed and have us catch him, flip him, and throw him back on the couch or bed to start everything back over.


He still sleeps great at night and while he doesn’t always nap that well, he consistently goes down for two naps each day and they typically add up to about an hour and a half to two hours.  Except this past Saturday when he barely slept for 45 minutes in the morning then surprised us by sleeping for TWO AND A HALF HOURS that afternoon.  All that free time in the afternoon was glorious!  Just like old times.


The downside to that long nap, the ONLY downside, was that I didn’t get a chance to take these monthly pictures on a sunny afternoon.  And then it was late in the day on a gloomy, rainy Sunday before I had a chance to stage this little photo session.  So I apologize for the less-than-great photos, but some are better than none, and again, they’re worth it for that nap.


We are still working on sign language but one thing he knows?  Gimme five!  Yep, if you hold your hand and say that phrase, he’ll give you some skin.


He babbles like crazy, making lots of “m” sounds and saying something close to “mum-mum-mum” over and over again.  He also says “bah-bah-bah” a lot.


Connor still loves his jumper.  It’s going to be a sad day when he gets too heavy for it.  He hates having his face wiped and will scream bloody murder when he’s particularly opposed to it.


His eczema is better than it was.  We are using the special detergent, special soap, a hydrocortisone cream (once a day on the worst spots for up to two weeks), and lots of Vaseline.


Connor got his first teeth, his bottom two middle ones, around the 8.5-month mark and we didn’t even know it.  Must be the magic amber necklace!  Now we’re waiting on the top teeth to pop through, but if they are as “bad” as the bottom ones, then we’ll just have to wait til we catch a glimpse of those pearly whites.


Connor is a joy.  He is a very happy guy 95% of the time and when he’s not happy, it’s usually remedied quickly with food, sleep, or holding him.

Those people who said, “It gets better”?  Turns out, they were right.


1 comment:

Natalie said...

so sweet! our babies are growing too fast!!! B turns 10 mo tomorrow!