Nine months in and nine months out, my little boy turned nine months old today. Well, it’s almost nine months in and out, he arrived two weeks late after a two day induction, but that doesn’t flow as well does it?
This past month has seen some big changes. A few days after Frey turned eight months old he started to crawl, after what seemed like ages of lying on his tummy and waving his legs as fast as he could. He has perfected this skill over the past four weeks, and now can race around the house. The funniest is when he decides to race off mid nappy change, and a new favourite trick is, whilst I am changing his nappy before bedtime, opening up the bedroom door and crawling away onto the landing! I need to do some serious baby proofing of the house over the next week or so.
Frey is now not as interested in his toys as he once was. He used to happily sit and play with his toys for ages, but now he is on the move there are so many new things that he can reach and play with, if we don’t stop him quickly enough. New favourites are the remote control, and any sort of paper which he will gleefully tear up. And eat.
Talking of eating, weaning is now going really well, despite all my worries at the beginning. Frey has a big appetite and loves meal times. And you can tell, he is such a chunk now! He has his next health visitor review next week and I’m pretty sure he will have jumped up through the centile charts, he seems so much bigger than his friends of the same age, and has the scrummiest chubby belly and legs!
I went to London for the night this past weekend, to attend Blogfest, and Frey and I had our first night apart, whilst he stayed in Cardiff with his Mamgu and Grandad. From what I’m told, I think the separation was harder for me than for him! He loves his Mamgu and Grandad so much, which is so lovely to see.
Happy nine months my little bear, you bring me so much joy every single day.
Back at the end of December, it was a normal early evening at our house…