Noah is 9 months old today. With the exception of when he is hungry, tired, has a dirty diaper and between the hours of 9 PM and 7 AM, he is just the sweetest baby. When any of those other things happen, well, he let's you know he is a little angry. My boy has a voice. A big one.
He loves his bath and going for walks on Daddy's back. He's a huge fan of bananas. He's not too fond of sweet potatoes and peas, but he has grown to like them as we mix them with bananas. Yeah for bananas! Emily is still his favorite person. And he just likes to stare at Ben. I think he's trying to figure out who he is half the time because he's always wearing a mask of some sort.
He's growing like a weed. Four months of being sick really put a hitch in the whole growth chart. Here is his progression that I've been doing every 3 months.
3 weeks old - 17 inches, not even 5 pounds
3 months old - 22 inches, 10.7 pounds
6 months old - 26 1/2 inches, 14.6 pounds
9 months - 30 inches, 18.4 pounds (using the blanket and the Wii fit)
I put the doll on the left in the outfit he wore home from the hospital. It was way tighter on the doll than it ever was on him. He's wearing the same pants and same type of onesie in the first 3 week photo.
Plus, he's getting so big, I had to turn the camera vertical which got my toes in it. Hey, at least they are painted.
We have a doctors appointment Wed. where I'll get his official stats. I already looked at Emily and Ben's for 9 months, and Noah is technically only 7 month, but he is taller than the both were.
Maybe he'll be a giant.