Nine Months

Today Asa is nine months old.


He doesn’t even have teeth.  Where are those damn teeth?

Slowly moving away from baby food.  Cutting up tiny pieces of carrots, beans, chicken, apples, peaches.

You know, dude?  Teeth would make things a lot easier on the both of us.

And I simply cannot believe you’re so close to crawling!  The rolling started months ago, but you were still containable.  Build a pillow fortress around you and I could keep you contained.  But no more.  You’re ready to keep up with the big kids.

Wait up, guys!!  Wait for me!  I wanna go, too.  Hang on…I’m coming!

They adore you, you know?  Your brother and sister.

And I adore you, too.  You really do light up a room.

No one can keep their hands off of those thick, chunky football player legs you have.

You love the attention.

You’re so laid-back.  Much more than the rest of us.  You remind me so much of my brother.

I hope you have his sense of humor.  That’s my favorite part about him.

My favorite part about you?  Ironically your toothless old man grin.  It’ll be gone before I know it.

And I’ll miss it.

And I’ll miss you in all your babyness.

But at the same time, I can’t wait to see what you’ll be like at 1.  At 5  At 15. At 50.

You are my sunshine.

My little sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

One Response to Nine Months
  1. aleasha
    September 22, 2009 | 11:59 pm

    that is too sweet!