9 Months In and 9 Months Out

Well, she was only in for 8 months, but I didn't come up with that title last month...so I'll use it now.

Our little one has been out in the world for 9 whole months!  I can't believe it!  Before I had her I'd see 9 month old babies and think they were little practically toddlers, capable of so much.  Now I know they are still babies...albeit quickly growing ones.

My little ray of sunshine is turning out to be a feisty little mama-jama.  She has quite the strong determination genes indeed.  We know she gets that from me.  C'est la vie.

But she is also a good listener (already) and is much more patient than I am.  Andrey is rolling all over the place.  She rolls across the room until she hits the wall/door/corner of something and then just lays there.  Stuck.

She head-bangs dances to music...and silence.

She screams in delight, especially in church.  She loves the Lord that much.

She kind of waves and kind of claps.

She seeks attention from any stranger in public - screaming until they have to look at her, then she smiles.  It's hilarious!

She's eaten grass, sticks, dirt, my hair and a piece of an emery board.  

She still has Donald Trump hair.  And have I mentioned she sucks her thumb?  Oh, yeah she does!

 T minus 3 months until her first birthday.  I'm already planning it.  We will have a pony, ferris wheel, hot air balloon, bouncy house and scuba diving.  Or not.  Maybe just some cake and a tutu...