Technically Eli is now 9 months and 9 days old, but if he’s the type that’s going to be concerned about promptness then he’s totally in the wrong family. We took him to good ol’ JC Penney’s last week for your classic portrait studio pics. I had to get him in somewhere to have his picture taken in his baptismal outfit ASAP, as he’s pretty close to popping out of it as it is. Someday he will probably kill me for dressing him in such a dainty get-up, and I will tell him to go and give much thanks to his father because if it wasn’t for Mike he’d be in some very frilly and very long gown.
At 9 months Eli is still our laid-back, easy-going boy. He’s not nearly as anxious about strangers anymore, but he still has to give you a good stare-down before he’s totally sure. He weighs in at nearly 24 lbs, which probably explains why he’s not crawling yet. Between his belly and the cloth diaper he can barely get his lower end up off the floor. He’s mastered the walker, though, and can get pretty much anywhere he wants with that. He especially enjoys banging into Elena while she’s trying to practice violin.
I can’t believe he’s almost a year old. You go through the boot camp of the first few months and all you want to do is get through it. Now I want to put the brakes on and enjoy every moment in slow motion. Maybe having such a big age difference in between Eli and Elena makes me feel it even more. As I was watching her ride her zip through the monkey bars backwards at the park today I remembered lugging her around on my hip like it was yesterday. I can only imagine that in a blink of an eye my sweet, squishy baby boy will doing the same.
