Reed Wilson, you are 9 months old now! If I could push pause right this second and keep you this age, I would. You are crawling all over the place and pulling up on anything and everything. It’s keeping us on our toes but you are so curious and fun I can just see those little cogs in your head turning as you figure new things out and ponder your next move.
I look back at those first 3 month photos and can’t believe you were ever that small. You now weigh 23 pounds, are 30 inches long and have a big head. You are in the 90th percentile for everything and are a little ahead of the curve development wise. The doctor seems to think you will be walking before your 1st Birthday and I am hoping that is not true.
You rock all table foods and will eat anything we put in front of you even with zero teeth in that mouth. Your favorite foods are blueberries and watermelon. You are the easiest, happiest, most laid back baby ever and I thank god every day for that.
You love to play with all of your toys and you also try to steal big brother’s toys, much to his dismay. You worship the ground he walks on and he’s starting to really play with you. There’s nothing that makes me happier than watching the two of you together. I can’t wait for you to start saying his name. Right now your favorite three words are Mama, Dada and Baba.
You love the water so we’ve spent a lot of time at the pool, beach and bathtub this summer. You would stay in the water until all of your skin prunes up without even wanting to get out. Your big brother is the same way, and is now such a big boy jumping off the diving board with no fear.
Carter turns 4 in just a few weeks and is looking more and more like a big kid with very little signs of that toddler I saw when he turned three. After seeing his little brother get his photos taken in his green chair, Carter insisted on getting some in his own chair.
Just this week Carter has gone from calling me Mama to calling me Mommy. I knew this would happen eventually but it makes me a little sad, I kind of like Mama.
I love these boys more than I can stand it.
