Nine Months
Mar. 11th, 2004 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanIsaac is nine months old today. Wow! Where does the time go? I went and re-read my LJ entries from around the time he was born, and looked at some of the pictures from his first few weeks of life. I can't get over how tiny and fragile he was! Now he's big and robust and working on his first tooth. (I can see the tiny white bump but so far the tooth itself has not yet made its appearance.)
Isaac sits up, reaches for toys, puts toys in his mouth, bangs toys against each other, shakes things to make them rattle. He picks up Cheerios and puts them in his mouth (and then makes his Cheerio face). He holds his teething biscuits and chews on them. He drinks water from a cup and tries to feed himself with a spoon. He says "dadadada" and "nananana" and occasionally "rarara" (but not "mama" yet). He blows raspberries. He squeals and smiles and laughs and tries to pull my glasses (or my nose) off. He plays with his feet and pulls his socks off. He recognizes me and lights up when I enter the room. He also recognizes his grandma and smiles when he sees her. He smiles at Bini and talks to him and tries to pet him (or pull his fur off).
His hair is getting thicker all over his head; his bald spot on the back of his head, caused by lying down all the time, is starting to grow back in. He has big chubby wrists and big dimples on his hands and enormous folds of fat on his thighs and a big round pot-belly. His eyes still change color all the time.
He's the most beautiful and fascinating creature ever born, and I can't believe how much I adore him, even when he's crying or snotty or poopy.
Isaac sits up, reaches for toys, puts toys in his mouth, bangs toys against each other, shakes things to make them rattle. He picks up Cheerios and puts them in his mouth (and then makes his Cheerio face). He holds his teething biscuits and chews on them. He drinks water from a cup and tries to feed himself with a spoon. He says "dadadada" and "nananana" and occasionally "rarara" (but not "mama" yet). He blows raspberries. He squeals and smiles and laughs and tries to pull my glasses (or my nose) off. He plays with his feet and pulls his socks off. He recognizes me and lights up when I enter the room. He also recognizes his grandma and smiles when he sees her. He smiles at Bini and talks to him and tries to pet him (or pull his fur off).
His hair is getting thicker all over his head; his bald spot on the back of his head, caused by lying down all the time, is starting to grow back in. He has big chubby wrists and big dimples on his hands and enormous folds of fat on his thighs and a big round pot-belly. His eyes still change color all the time.
He's the most beautiful and fascinating creature ever born, and I can't believe how much I adore him, even when he's crying or snotty or poopy.
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Date: 2004-03-11 09:13 am (UTC)The wonderful details of life. :-)