Today was her 9 month check-up so, without further ado, I'd like to give some of her stats before I forget:
Jo is 21 pounds 4 ounces (80th percentile) and 27.5 inches long (55th percentile). I forget her head circumference but it's in the 75th percentile.
She babbles constantly, smiles, laughs and regales us with her mischievous smile at all times.
She can pull herself up and cruise all around the furniture, legs, whatever is within reach.
She recently climbed up the stairs and when she's crawling and Alex is running around she pushes her butt in the air as if to stand. You can see she can't wait to be up and causing more mischief with Alex.
She has two teeth on the bottom but no sign of any others to date.
She is attempting to eat finger foods but so far is failing. We don't understand why everything else goes into her mouth but when it comes to putting food into her mouth she can't figure it out.
We've also started giving her a sippy cup once a day which is just a daily reminder for me that she won't be a baby much longer.
I've realized I don't know Jo. Not yet. I think I see a glimmer of her personality but it won't be for another year before she really starts to shine and I can't wait.
She scrunches up her nose, sometimes makes noises like a Wookie and at other times like a Gremlin and yet other times she just simply grunts.
She sleeps through the night though wakes up occasionally. Sometimes I think she has nightmares because she wakes up screaming and is inconsolable. I hate those nights.
She is easily frustrated when she can't reach the object of her desire and, if she does reach it, gets even more frustrated when said object is promptly taken away. Generally speaking the objects of her desire are very much things she shouldn't have such as old band aids, remote controls, cat toys, wine bottles...you know, the usual things left lying around the house.
If Jo wakes up from her nap before Alex does you get the sense that she is lost. She kind of meanders around the living room, not really playing with anything. The minute Alex walks in the room though she lights up.
She has a personal vendetta against freshly folded piles of laundry. If she spots me working diligently to fold laundry she'll come over and with a grunt rip the pile apart. This makes folding laundry a challenge unless I wait for Jo to be asleep.
She can clap her hands and "dances" to music.
So, that's our Jo in a nutshell. Sometimes when I'm being myself (i.e. weird) Alex will just stare at me as if to say "WTF." Jo on the other hand. She gets me.
