Thursday, October 18, 2012

NINE months

Sal turned 9 months on the 13th. We had just returned from the states, so I am a few days behind on getting pictures and a post going.

This past month he has transformed from a baby to a super mobile, gets-into-everything little boy. Just as I was getting concerned that he wasn't sitting ( he'd tip over and crawl away any time I sat him down), he surprised us by pulling up to a stand instead.

About the same time, he decided that he could in fact, sit.

This made for a vey relieved mama.

Well hello, I can sit on my own now.

and I can stand. I'm quite proud of myself.

I like to figure things out by destroying taking them apart

Sometimes I get myself in a jam and mom takes pictures
when she should be helping me instead
Per the pediatrician's advice ( based on all those teeth..6 total!), we started him on soft cooked foods, and are phasing out the puree's, except for his beloved applesauce. He seems to love ( & eat) everything we've set in front ofhim so far--especially little snipets of dad's capicola from a sandwich one afternoon. The boy's got Italian genes, that's for sure!

He's weighing in at 18 lbs, and measures a whopping 28" tall. He was a trooper with his recent immunzations, letting out just one small cry--a stark contrast to his first few rounds of shots.

Sal took a liking to a FloRida song this past month, and everytime we play it, he gets his groove on. It's pretty cute. He seems quite proud of his recent accomplishment of standing, and is quick to show anyone who will watch. I just love the little look on his face- I hope that pride never goes away.

I feel so lucky to have such a sweet little boy as MY son. I'm looking forward to seeing what month 10 has in store for us...first steps, maybe?


  1. Lookin' good, cutie Sal!! Way to go on the standing!

  2. What an adorable smile. Sal you are a cutie pie!

  3. What a cute little guy! I'm trying to forget about those milestones and just go with it. B is 8 months and has no desire to crawl. He does sit up. Whatever. He's cute and smiling and healthy and alive. Ya know?

    It feels like I need to have the perfect child since Andrew died... like to prove that I am some kind of responsible parent and I make it happen. But it's totally out of my hands.

    Just thankful I have him at all. And so happy your Sal is doing so great!