Nine Months!

Our main man Charlie is nine months.  And unfortunately his mommy is terribly busy with work and such other frivilous matters.  As such, my blogging time has been drastically cut.  So I leave you not with a narrative of his most recent exploits, but instead a nice bulleted list. 

*  At his nine month check up the doctor calmed my fears about his recent distaste for formula.  Yes, he's in the 75th percentile for weight.  Apparently there's no problem there. 

*  Charlie is Crawling.  Crawling. Crawling.  He's mobile now and can't be held back.  So don't even try.

*  At nine months, he still has ZERO teeth.  God, I love that toothless smile, but shouldn't he have at least one tooth by now?  Again, the pediatrician said he's AOK.  OK, she's the professional. 

*  He LOVES feeding himself.  He's taken a liking to finger foods and the baby food that comes in a pouch.  What's that you say?  But how can he eat with no teeth?  I have no idea.  But he can.  How can he rip holes in his bottle nipples without teeth?  I have no idea.  But I've had to purchase eight new nipples since Christmas to replace the ones he's torn up. 

*  While he does not want to crawl up the stairs (whew), he does try to crawl on the fireplace, out of the tub, off of our bed, out of the highchair...get the picture? 

*  He still loves Beau.  They're still best buds.  God, I hope this lasts forever.