Anyways, there was no doctor's appointment this time around since the little tyke saw Dr. Awesome a few weeks ago during his bottle strike. (which, by the way, has been replaced by a food strike now. Scotty likes to hold the food in his mouth and then spit it out. Fun times.) But I do want to highlight some of his more positive accomplishments to date:
(or, as my dad said today, "The kid is cute. We get it. That's all you talk about." Yes, Dad, Scotty is adorable. And amazing, and incredibly intelligent and quite possibly the world's greatest baby. He is likely to be President of the United States one day. No hyperbole here. Just lots of beaming-mom-pride, okay?)
-- Scotty enjoys turning pages with relish. He is not really so interested in the written word as he is the turning of the page. I'm okay with this.
-- The Bear enjoys looking at himself in the mirror. Like mother, like son. Sigh. Vanity is a terrible, terrible sin, unless you are nine months old and incredibly cute.
-- Scotty says, "Da-da!" and "La-la!" with reckless abandon. I asked Brian if he was excited that Scotty says 'da-da.' In typical Brian-logic, he replied, "No. He calls everything 'da-da.' Me, you, that piece of cheese. Really, it's no big deal." Like father, like son.
-- Scotty is starting to demonstrate a very cautious nature. He's not shy, but he is rather...concerned. He likes to check out a situation before diving into it. (VERY much 'like father, like son' here. I'm much more of the 'It's okay, we'll figure it out later!' variety.) Check out some photos from Mother's Day; Scotty was not quite so excited to see his homeboy Drew as Drew was to see him. Enter: cautiousness.
-- Tummy time is finally no longer our enemy. I'm not going to call it our friend, but he has finally stopped howling during it. He likes to rock back and forth on his knees, schootch backwards, and looks moments away from actually crawling. But...no movement yet.
-- And finally, no movement and no teeth yet, either. (or 'teefers,' if you live in our house.) There are several teefers just under the gums - bottom front two and top front two - but nothing has cracked the surface. And so, we wait. Nine months and no teef.
All in all, I'm a big fan of nine months (so far.) This whole 6-12 month age group is just fabulous. I feel like it's the reward for getting through the 0-6 month age. (argh, the sleep deprivation.) Oh -- I forgot to mention -- Scotty is officially wearing 2T. Yes, that would be TWO TODDLER. Because he is the size of two toddlers. No seriously, none of his clothes are fitting him. I got tired of buying 18 month clothing only to find out it's too small, so I finally just bit the bullet and bought 2T. He's in size 5 diapers and growing. Have I mentioned my concerns about my grocery bill?
I will leave you with a few Bear shots, taken today. The first one I sent to Brian just cheer him up (aren't I a nice wife?). And the second is from today at the new house. He's wearing his favorite 'Fat & Happy' shirt again. The third one is when I realized we didn't have a burp cloth, so a dish towel was going to have to suffice. And it also makes a rather handy turban/head covering.
(oh, and in terms of scrubbing elbow -- I purchases a SCRUB brush, filled an entire bucket of vinegar and water and went to town on the tile yesterday. The result? REALLY CLEAN TILE. I think all it will take is one more scrubbing and then the grit is gone. I'm pretty proud of myself. Tile, I own you. Literally and figuratively.)