How Much
He turned 9 months old last week. Nine Months. That’s almost a year. I just can’t believe how quickly the time is passing, how big his feet are getting, how much he’s eating. How much I love him.
He has so much personality, such long eyelashes. He’s standing up now, and taking wobbly steps with his push-toy thingy. He laughs uncontrollably when I wear sunglasses, or talk on the phone. He weighs 20 pounds. I miss him when he sleeps at night.
He’s a champion sleeper. At least thirteen hours every night and three good naps every day, this boy loves catch some ZZZs. Of course, he still wakes up to nurse every four or so hours at night, but that’s perfectly fine with me. Because I miss him when he sleeps at night.
He’s such a lover, easy with the smiles. Everyone always asks, “Is he always this happy?” ‘They’ say that the nine-month mark is when stranger anxiety usually sets in. I hope ‘they’ are wrong.
He loves everyone, but he has a special bond with his Aunt Ba. He’s a different baby when he’s with her, more comfortable than with anyone else besides his mama and daddy. It’s because he knew James and Jake when they were in theire mom’s belly and he was in his, and they asked him to take care of her for them. He does.
He appreciates good shoes, like his mama. He loves to dance and sing, bouncing when the music’s playing and LaLaLa-ing when I’m belting it out in the car or in the kitchen or in his face.
His face lights up when Mark walks in the door every night. He can pull himself off of the floor by digging his fingers into his daddy’s beard. He loves books and food and kissing on the mouth and making raspberries. He’s happy, and usually patient. He is his father’s son.
He loves to be worn, and held close. He tucks his hand into my shirt when he cuddles, and wraps his fingers through my curls when he nurses. He giggles til he hiccups when I nibble on his feet.
I can’t believe how much I love him, how much I need him.
How much he loves Sesame Street.
Guess who was named tiny*prints Adorable Baby of the Week? Check him out, yo.
16 comments
He is such a beautiful boy, Sarah!
Love this so much. Luke didn’t go through his stranger anxiety phase until he was over a year. I really hope it’s the same for Asher!
Can’t wait to see him… Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow…
wonderful post!
How this sums him up so perfectly, I love it! We all LOVE Asher and we can’t imgaine him not being here.
hugs to him and you!
Aw, what a lovely post. My little one has already changed so much in 3 months — I can’t even begin to imagine him at 9!
Oh my goodness he is much loved!!!!!
OH MY GOSH, what an amazing post.
He does take care of me and I know you are right about everything you said.
Thank you for this, I know it wasn’t written for me, but seeing their names made my heart drop in the most meaningful, heart-breaking, amazing, needed to happen way.
SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU GUYS.
Waht a beautiful boy =) You can tell he’s very happy and so well-loved in all of these pictures!
He is precious and adorable and such a cute, happy baby!
Beautiful post.
You are truly blessed!
Oh, what a sweet baby!
Love that pic of him and Mark, so awesome!
You all are the cutest family, adore.
9 months, growing quickly, but he is still a cute little baby! It makes me so sad when they start growing out of their baby looks.
Nell
I remember my baby when she was 9 months – 5 years ago! Time flies so fast. Maybe I shouldn’t blink again.
He is indeed an adorable baby. Mom and Dad are rather cute too.
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