Today my little J man is 9 months old, he ha been in the world as long as I carried him inside. It is slightly surreal to me. He is getting so big and doing so many things now that I long to slow him down. He is my last baby and it seems like time is just slipping through my fingers like sand.
He can now:
cruising pretty good now
crawls at lightening speeds
cries if I leave the room
his face just lights up when he sees Daddy
loves to play wrestle with his brother
pets the cat
He is not standing on his own yet but I know it is coming because a few times this weekend he let go for a second and then fell to his butt. He is a joy but he is also clingy, cries when he does not get his way. Still is crying himself to sleep but we are down to about 10 minutes of crying now. Once we get him settled into going to sleep on his own he is getting out of our room and back in with brother. All in all he is perfect and I can not imagine our lives without him.