Hi guys! How are you all doing? Getting ready for the hustle and bustle of the holidays? Not me. I’m just sitting over here wondering if my son has a clean bottle for his next feeding. These thoughts are then overrun by my dismay as I pull a dog toy out of his mouth!
I’m a hot mess y’all. So is my son.
Still baffled and in awe of all you wonder mamas with more than one offspring.
During these frequent moments of stress and exhaustion, I just look at the window and take it all in.
I remember that God has completely blessed our lives with this sweet boy and he has given me the miracle that is known as “mama strength” and I am somehow able to bust out another round of peek-a-boo-chase-the-baby-round-and-round-and-up-and-down.
Does it sound like I’m complaining? I’m not. Promise. Just trying to put my feelings into words and I think that I may be failing horribly at it.
Probably because I am trying to make sure that Carsten doesn’t try to eat the dog food whilst I try to type this post up in record timing.
Happy 9 months Casten!!!
Boy…is it getting harder and harder to take these pics! Trying to keep him on his back is like trying to…well…like trying to keep a 9 month old on his back. It’s especially fun during diaper changes. This boy is on the go…always!
He started crawling at 6 months 3 weeks and nothing gets in his way! A couple of weeks after he started crawling he began pulling himself up! Now, he is able to walk himself while holding onto the couch. He has also stood on his own for a good 5 seconds a couple of times. Waaaah!
He is mostly sleeping through the night, but he often wakes up around 11:30-12:00 for reasons unknown. I usually allow him to cry himself back to sleep, but if it gets too bad (about once a week) I’ll go in and assist him back to sleep. AKA: mama snuggles.
Speaking of mama snuggles…I know that this breaks all the rules, but I snuggle that boy to sleep every night before bedtime. I don’t even care. He isn’t going to be a baby forever, so I’m soaking in every minute.
So, he was waking up every morning at 7:30am. Now, ever since the time change, he has been waking up around 6:30am…before the sun even rises.
Not cool Carsten…not cool.
It’s about as cool as saying the word “cool”.
To make matters worse, he isn’t even going to bed any earlier. It’s even messed with his naps. Oh well. It’ll be alright!
He now has 6 teeth! Poor guy. He’s been teething CONSTANTLY. Everything goes into his mouth. Including, but not limited too, furniture, leaves and my hair.
Oh…and more furniture.
I am sad to say that we are no longer nursing. I stopped around 7 1/2 months. I was struggling with multiple clogged ducts and keeping my supply up. I tried everything, but finally just had to except it and move on. He now gets 4 bottles of formula a day and we are still having some fun trying out new foods. I try to make his food and a lot of times he will just eat right off our plates. Although, if I’m lazy and he can’t eat what we eat, those pouches of organic baby food comes in handy. He loves them!
Side note: How ridiculous are those castle door handles on our pantry doors? Can’t tell you how many times we’ve ran into them!
What else is new? Did I mention he is FULL of energy?
We had our first pumpkin patch fun!
He was more impressed with the smaller pumpkins.
All in all, he is a pretty happy baby. Except when he is tired. Then, he turns into babyzilla.
Also, he is beginning toooo…ahem…express his emotions of displeasure much more. Is it normal for a 9 month old to show tantrums this soon? I mean like…the whole screaming, kicking, flailing of the arms…
Oh yeah…he celebrated his first Halloween! I really wanted to keep it simple.
Then, his dad decided to come home with a costume…
I don’t think baby Carsten wanted to be a pirate.
Some of Carsten’s favorite things are…
His daddy…despite the above pic…
This activity table…
Long walks in the parks…
Chewing on absolutely everything and apparently wearing pants on his head…
So much to share and so little time!!!
You know what’s sad? Packing all his clothes up that he has grown out of. What is even more sad is shopping for 12 month clothes!
I’m sure I’ve forgotten a ton of stuff! Story of my life. I can’t even hold an intelligible conversation these days.
Love you guys to pieces for taking the time to stop by!