Logan is 9 months old today. It seems like time has just flown by. We did our 9 month pediatrician appointment yesterday, so we have "official" state: 29.75" tall (90th percentile), 21 pounds, 1 ounce (50th), 46 cm head circumference (75th).
We did the flu shot (don't get me started - I've only ever gotten one because of the guesswork that goes into which strain will be prevalent this year - but the pediatrician was super strongly recommending it. ugh) and he had a small blood draw to check with anemia (I've been bad with the iron supplements via vitamin - he hates them and very little ever went down. The cereal has a good chunk of iron, but I need to hit the vitamins again). He was a trooper though both things. The flu shot was super speedy - the nurse rocked and it was done before he could even notice. The blood draw was from his toe - he wasn't thrilled at first, but we distracted him well enough that he just got some wide eyes going.
Let's see - what's he up to right now...banging blocks together, crawling everywhere possible, thoroughly enjoying trying to get to Sabot when they're both in playful moods, chasing the cat around the house, following Joe and I around, laughing, smiling, chinups, babbling a ton, understanding really basic baby signs ("milk" gets him super excited), opening doors (and sometimes closing them).
Sabot has discovered just how fun it is to stalk Logan at mealtime. If you thought he was a beggar before...it's really crazy now. We knew this was coming...
It was almost impossible to get decent photos...he's squirming and crawling all over. Added bonus - when I sit down in front of him with the camera, he starts reaching for it (and me). I guess this is a sign of things to come!