At nine months old, Theo continues to amaze us with his laid-back personality. He’s happy nearly all the time and spoils us with his endless smiles, belly laughs and slobbery kisses. He’s a little lover, that guy.
He’s now pulling himself up onto all the furniture, can climb a step or two (and tries to throw himself face-first back down) and is Speedy Gonzales with the crawling. He will eat everything you put in front of him but his favorites include any kind of fruit, salmon, chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, cheese, omelets and the soil from our houseplants (little bugger). His favorite person in the whole world is his big sister, who makes him laugh hysterically every second of every day, even when she’s trying to push him away and steal his toys. He’s a clingy mama’s boy and I’m soaking it up since Isla’s new favorite phrase is “Don’t touch me!” He’s a fearless fish who loves the ocean, the pool, the splashpad and the bathtub, and he took his first beachside nap last month, making his mama quite proud. He loves his kitty, swinging next to his sister at the playground and waking her up with his chatting and yelling at bed/nap/wake-up time. His absolute, hands down, no competition favorite activity is dancing. Ellie Goulding dance parties with his mama and sister are his specialty. He prefers shoes, stroller wheels and house plants over toys, and licks/bites/scratches our leather sofa like a proper house pet. He was sleeping through the night until our mini vacation last week ruined everything, but we’ll get back there. Did I mention he’s happy? Yea, he’s the best. Seriously. No matter where we are or what we’re going he just goes with the flow. He loves peek-a-boo, snuggling, hiding behind the bedroom curtains and playing with all the doorstops (exactly like Isla did at this age). He thinks “NO THEO!” is the funniest thing he’s ever heard and is already giving us a run for our money.
This month we’re going to take another vacation with family down the shore, spend as much time outside getting wet and wild wherever we can find water, meet Theo and Isla’s new baby cousin, work on some new words (ahem, “mama”), enjoy Friday happy hours in our neighborhood, work on walking and stop eating the plants. Please. Pretty please. Stop. Eating. The. Plants.
Happy nine months Theo Jon! We love you more than kids love ice cream trucks.