Dearest Boy: Month Nine

Dear Jensen,

Nine months big and things to do!

You just can't keep still anymore.  Daddy laments about how you used to sit in the crook of his arm for hours...or lay on his chest and sleep for hours.  Basically, he is sad that you don't do anything for 'hours' anymore, everything is only minutes long and then you're on to the next thrill!

 

You have become a scavenger of all things hidden.  If it is put away, you pull it out.  If it is concealed, you unearth it.  If I don't want you to have it, you definitely have it.

Finding your dad's baseball bat under our bed (kept there for late night noises such as raccoons) was the highlight of your little life.  If no one is watching you in the morning, especially during the time we are getting ready for work, you most likely are sweeping your arms under the foot of the bed trying to roll the bat far enough out to grab.  What comes next is usually you dropping it on your legs and crying, or hitting yourself on the head and crying.  It's a vicious, vicious cycle that you don't seem to want to break, no matter how many bruises and goose eggs you give yourself.

Your mobility has also wreaked havoc in the play area because you now have instant access to everyone's toys.  Your sisters just LOVE this!  No they don't, I'm lying right now.  They spend most of their time in the play area complaining about how you are IN THERE and TOUCHING their STUFF, MOM!!  It is exhausting trying to keep track of your shenanigans and calm their freak outs over how many Barbie shoes are currently in your mouth.

So far you haven't tried to pull anything apart or swallow anything small, but you definitely have tried to do both to many things that don't belong to you.  Specifically the items that are hanging out on the Tinkerbell table because it is just the right height for you to stand at and sweep your arms over.  This is kind of an awesome move, the arm sweep, because it looks like you are an angry executive trying to make a point to an underling.  The underlings in this scenario are your poor older sisters who just can't get their stuff hidden fast enough from your grubby little fingers.

The thing is, you are mighty cute.  This makes all the touching, grabbing, stealing, and general tomfoolery a little less annoying.

But someday, you'll be bigger - just as cute - but bigger, and your sister's won't be as forgiving of you constantly touching their stuff. 

So go ahead, play with their toys and put things in your mouth while you can because when you are twelve and I am fish-hooking your mouth to dig out some dog food, I won't be laughing and neither will you!

Love,

Your Mama