I Like to Move It, Move It

Today, our city boy becomes a small town boy.

Much to Little Man's excitement, nice people with a big truck and lots of crinkly packing tape and bubble wrap arrived at our apartment this morning. As he watched and babbled excitedly to them, the nice people put allllllll his things into the big truck and then we all went on a big adventure down a long highway. At the end of the long highway was a new house, where the nice people then unpacked all his things into a lovely new nursery with blue walls and were even kind enough to leave him some bubble wrap to play with.

There's no tall buildings around his new house, and there's no big parking lot. But there's cows in the backyard and dogs that bark and Nana's big garden. There's lots of room to play and things to touch and explore. So much to explore, in fact, that Little Man went easily to sleep in his crib in his new nursery, his Glow Worm in the corner watching over him.

I'd say that Baby's First Move was a success.

Uh-Ooooooooh!

We've heard "Mama" from our Little Man--he hollers it down the hallway in the morning when he knows I'm asleep in the bedroom. We've heard "Dada" a few times, usually when Husband is at work and his son goes looking for him in all the rooms.

But the most consistent bit of language we've heard out of our baby so far?

"Uh-ooooooooh." It is usually preceded by a loud crash, or (even more alarming), followed by a giggle.

Nine Months and Growing

Little Man had his 9 month check-up today and it just confirmed what we already knew: we've got a happy, healthy, BIG Little Man.

Weighing in at a little over 27 pounds and 31 inches long, he is fitting comfortably into 2T clothes. He is pushing the 95th percentile for both weight and height. He is crawling at warp speed and climbing everything he can get a leg up on. He will plow over things on the ground--toys, our legs, pillows--and has developed a recent interest in going under things. This makes life interesting, because being the big boy that he is, he often gets stuck.

He is a "people person", and by people I mean adult women and a few select adult men. He doesn't have a whole lot of interest in other babies, but occasionally he approaches a "big kid" on the playground. Especially if that big kid has a ball, the most cherished of baby toys. Little Man has a surprising amount of patience when it comes to waiting for another child to drop a ball and move on to something else, at which point he speed crawls over to it and claims it as his own. He's not one to take another kid's toy, and he doesn't put up much of a fuss if something is taken from him on a playdate. He just gets a really hurt expression on his face, which makes me sad.

Overall he is a happy little chunker, and his parents are happy too--especially because he FINALLY is consistently sleeping through the night.