Nine months is a big deal in baby time. I remember it that way with your brother and it was the same for you. Bam. Just like that you went from baby to verging on toddler. You started crawling, wasted no time pulling yourself up on furniture and are already taking steps behind your Lego walker.
Just like Brooks at this age, you say dadadadadadadada all the time and throw in some momomomomoms too every once in a while. I might be giving you more credit than you deserve, but I think you are using dadadadada probably rather than just making noise. I don't think there is any intent behind momomomomom yet though. You also babble and squeal to get our attention. At times it even sounds like you are giving us heck because we weren't listening to what you had to say.
You still have a tooth free gummy grin so meal time is pureed or mashed to bits. You will try anything I put on your plate and knock on wood seem to be on your way to being as a good an eater as your brother. You vibrate when it's time for your bottle or when I get you in your highchair and Brooks or I put a mum mum on your tray. You LOVE carrots and peas, cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken, ham and even devoured the kidney beans I picked out of my chili. Thanks!
Your long hair and not so polite eating habits make it almost necessary for a nightly post supper bath. It's much easier than struggling to wipe your face clean. You hate getting your face wiped and your mom is an anally thorough wiper.
I keep thinking you are going to wake up one morning with a mouthful of teeth since I can tell they are on the verge of popping through and you seem to be in pain some days. You've had a couple nights where they've woken you up and you've need some cuddle time and I don't mind one bit. I wish it was under better circumstances, but I love the quiet Mommy and Q time.
Even though he gets a teeny bit too rough at times, you had the scratches on your cheek to prove it, you worship your big brother. And aside from his monster size, inability to know his own strength and difficulty with sharing, Brooks adores his Baby Quinn too. He helps me sing Patty Cake to you when you are having your diaper changed and makes sure I don't forget to mark the cake with a Q for you.
We had to give up on clipping your hair back with bows for now as you were trying to eat them so cutting your bangs was the next step. It took me a few days to get used to it because it made you look so grown up, but gawd it's cute. You are a dead ringer for Dora. So this had to happen. If you sit still for me, you sometimes get the front pony tail too. That's about the extend of my hair doing abilities. Sorry.
You did great at your 9 month check up and immunizations. The nurses commented that you are very tall at almost 29 inches, but still so much lighter than your monster of a brother was at just 18.5 lbs.
Even though it's hard to believe you could get sweeter you did. You've started to give hugs and even awesome slobbery opened mouth kisses. Quite often it's unprompted, but always needed. And your smirk and giggle get your dad every time. I swear you have a special little smirk reserved just for him.
You love to just be in the action and seem to be taking everything in. It's still so easy to take you out with me and I love having my sidekick to keep me company on days when Brooks is at daycare. You hardly say boo when we go get groceries and have a blast at gymnastics even though it's during your nap time.
Brooks started calling you a "Beeeaaaauuutiful Lady" and he couldn't be more right. Inside and out Quinn. All beauty. You are the best of all of us and a reminder of how very easy it is to choose to be happy. We love you, love you, love you. xoxoxox