Gosh, time just flies by now. My little sweet man is 9 months old! He has officially been outside of me longer than he was inside of me (about two weeks ago) and it makes me a little sad. Because there is no clarity about the third child situation, I am trying my best to cherish these last moments with him as a real baby because I might not get to do it again.
Tate is a wild little guy. I waver back and forth between being exhausted with him and being so overjoyed that he is mine. He is on the move almost constantly and the kid loves to climb things. We have a gate at the bottom of the stairs that Arlie tends to leave open (because that stinker figured out how to open it pretty immediately) and we found out at the end of last week that Tater knows how to climb the stairs. I am terrified that he is going to hurt himself with all the climbing.
He is still a really bad sleeper. For naps, he is amazing. He will sleep about an hour in the morning and can go up to three hours in the afternoon. It is glorious. But at night, he still won’t sleep more than two-three hours in a row. I feed him about 3-7 times per night and more if he is teething, which he always seems to be. I’ve started scheduling naps for myself when I can get a babysitter. My sweet mother in law is helping me by staying later two nights a month so I can get an hour of sleep in before M gets home. I read backwards in this blog a week ago and I noticed that Arlie really wasn’t sleeping through the night until 11ish months, so I will hold out hope that he will start sleeping soon.
This little guy loves food. Loves food. He is seemingly always hungry and it is hard to keep up with him. He nurses often still and takes bottles while I am away from him. He loves solid foods and this last week we started giving him actual food to grab and eat. This seems to have opened up a whole new world for him and he is thrilled by it. I still feed him some chunky purees to make sure he’s getting enough food. I’m getting to the point where I need to start thinking about adding whole milk into his diet (in a couple of months) and that is both a relief and kind of sad. I haven’t loved breastfeeding him, but I will miss that time with him when he transitions over to whole milk.
He is moving all over the place. Crawling all the time and he is now cruising along the furniture rapidly as well. He loves standing and bouncing and I think we are pretty close to having a walked on our hands. I hope he can keep his balance well because we are installing wood flooring this weekend, so spills will be much worse pretty soon.
He also officially has four teeth now, two on bottom and two on top. Teething is a really awful experience with him so I dread the rest coming in. Overall, he is still my happy guy, except when he’s not and then watch out!! Can’t with to see what happens next with him!