Oh good God, time is flying. You are such a big man. We have been on all kinds of adventures together and I am so proud to be your mama. Did you know you are currently working on your fourth tooth? You're an eighth of the way there, my friend. That is terrifying.
I don't have the time or energy to write up a big summary of the crazy ways you have changed this month, but I do want to say that you are getting more and more charming every day. You are so much more interactive and smiley and giggly, and I love waking up and knowing that the first thing I will see is your goofy grin. Your hair is filling out and your legs are getting stronger. You have adjusted at day care and seemed to do well when I left you with the babysitter. You are just growing up quickly and the whole experience is bittersweet.
Also, I want to thank you for being a sport while we were out in Portland together. You were great on all four planes we had to take. You were good with all the new people and places and things going on, and you made my job out there a lot easier by just being an awesome kid. Plus, you made us all laugh when you chased 3-yr-old Will around the living room. Grandpa has officially started calling you Baby Tato.
We are both still getting over the tornado that was that trip, but luckily we have a full weekend to recover. That tooth better break through soon or we will both go crazy, but otherwise it should be a relaxing few days before the madness starts again. Enjoy your nine-month birthday as much as possible, even though it's tough with the tooth and the cold and the tired. I love you, big little man!
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