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9 Months

I have been slacking on doing monthly blog posts with milestones, but I feel like 9 months has been such a crazy one that I need to commemorate it. First, with Aaron being in my belly for nine months and out for nine months. (I know pregnancy is forty weeks long which would technically be ten months, BUT two of those weeks are before the baby is even conceived so I don't think they should count.)
At his nine month appointment Aaron was 27 3/4" long and weighed 16lbs 8oz. He finally doubled his birth weight! 

He cried so much during his appointment. He was upset when they got him naked, something that he usually loves. Then he started bawling the moment his doctor walked in the door because of stranger danger. We had to do his whole exam with him on my lap and he cried more than he does with shots. I learned that he has an umbilical hernia and he showed me how to push his intestines back in to make sure they're okay. 

His first teeth showed up the day after he turned nine months. 

He started crawling at nine and a half months. 

He's seriously bulking up and has started eating WAY more foods. We were at a restaurant with him and he had chicken fingers and broccoli cheese casserole and was begging for more. He's been eating eggs, pancakes, waffles, avocados, bananas, muffins, french fries, chicken, pork, beef, flan, and more. 


Aaron has been experiencing stranger danger and it's so sad sometimes! Minutes after this picture was taken of him wanting to make sure of where I was in Target, a cashier started talking to him and he started crying so hard while I was checking out. 

I swear he talks to us. When he wants more of something he says mama. We were in the car saying he was going to be too smart for his own good when he's older and he said I know. When we asked if he was listening to us, he paused for a moment then said no. 

I love every age so much but this month has been so much fun with him. Except for when he gets stir crazy which is all day. He whines until I take him out of the house, when he'll start cooing and jumping like crazy. 

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