Aidan is Nine Months Old

Aidan turned nine months old today. That means he has been outside of my belly as long as he was inside it. It all goes by way too quickly.

Aidan has been making his personality known over the past month. He is no longer this little blob that we took care of and wiped up, but this wiggly, giggly little personality that likes certain things and, well, doesn't like other things. He loves spaghetti. He doesn't like peas. He loves to be tickled on the neck and the tummy. He will give us "the look" and then giggle until we tickle his little tummy or neck. Then, the full-on laughs come.

We finally have a solid routine during the day and Aidan seems to like it just as much as I do. His nap times (and bed time) can be timed by the clock. He no longer fights me and fusses when it's time to go to bed for the night. He leans into me and we cuddle for ten minutes and then he goes into the crib and drifts off to dreamland without a peep. I thought we would NEVER get to that point. I am so proud of him.

Aidan has been working on crawling on all fours, but he prefers to army-crawl. He is getting really fast (and into EVERYTHING). He's also talking up a storm. His current vocabulary includes Mama (his favorite, by far), Dada, Baba, Gaga, AhYa AhYa, and screeching noises.

His favorite activities are to eat (but not baby food - he'd MUCH RATHER have table food), crawl everywhere (especially places he shouldn't be -- like the dog's water bowl or the cat's food dish), dig toys and books out of baskets, throw toys, chase the cats and the dog (much to their dismay), stand up, walk (while holding onto my hands), and cuddle with his Mommy.

Aidan, I love you so much. I love that you hug me tightly before I put you down for naps. I love it when you growl like a bear because you know that it makes me laugh. I love how you turn the pages in books. I love it that you cry when I leave and then brighten up like a sun-flooded room when I come back. I will always come back to you. Love Always, Mommy