Nine months is a benchmark
age. It's a clothing cut-off. So once again I sort through. Abby's
clothes and create piles of what fits, what's too small and what will
fit in the next week or so. And just when I've organized all the
clothes in her closet and stored the outgrown clothing in the
basement, she hits the next benchmark age and I start all over again.
The circle of life.
While Mommy has been clothing sorting, Abby has been busy doing her baby thing. At nine months Abby. . .
- is very vocal
- can be very loud
- babbles "ma ma ma," "da da da," "na na na," and "ba ba ba"
- makes raspberries
- rubs her fingers over her lips to make more babbling noises
- claps her hands a lot

- uses hand clapping for the "more" sign when she wants more water (At least, I think that's what she's doing!)
- has a 50% success rate of raising her arms when prompted with "How big is Abby?"
- pulls herself up on everything she can - ottoman, couch, bathtub, stove, spice rack
- can sit down gently from a standing position. . .most of the time
- prefers any toy that she hasn't seen in a while
- army crawls to the other babies and their toys during yoga class
- growls excitedly
- sits in shopping carts and restaurant high chairs like a pro
- still loves french fries (sigh)
- rubs her eyes and ears when she's tired
- plays with her hair while she nurses to sleep
- loves to play on the bathroom scale (She's not already obsessed with her weight, is she?)
- grabs Desmond's tail
- chases Molly around the house
- eats leaves
- regularly laughs at her clueless parents


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