About a year ago, we put our tiny row home in the city on the market and crossed our fingers that we would be able to sell it and move somewhere with more space, better schools, safer and did I mention more space???
At 9 months Grayson is a crawling machine, up the stairs, all over the house, in the grass, and places where he shouldn't be (i.e. the chimney bricks). He is very close to walking but still needs reassurance and a bit more confidence before that begins. He's begun to have little "tantrums where he flings himself on the ground and rubs his head on the floor. Its quite a site to see.
Grayson loves being outside...does not mind getting dirty...
Jackson wanted no part of it, preferring the blanket or the grass. In his defense, the water was pretty cold.
He is making small progress in walking...still cruises about and pulls up to stand. The biggest change is that he's interested in us holding his hands and walking somewhere within the house. Before he would simply pull up his legs and refuse, but now he'll actually guide us where he wants to go. This is still very much on Jackson's terms. If he doesn't want to walk, there is no making him do so.
He's imitating much more frequently these days...whether its new signs or old signs, or watching me fold laundry and trying to do it like mommy (which is beyond cute...its not like he's actually folding it, but if I shake something out and then fold it, he mimics me...its adorable). He has even started imitating certain sounds. If we ask him to say "dada" or "bubu", he more often will repeat it back. If he's watching "Baby Signing Times" he will even sign along to the video...as mentioned earlier...so stinkin' cute and he gets really excited about it.
He's regressed a bit with his feeding habits...sometimes requiring us to physically hold his sippy cup/straw cup to make sure that he gets fluids in. And he is not tolerating much hand-over-hand feeding these days...which is our fault as we've gotten a bit lazy on our end and need to make it part of our daily routine.
This past weekend we had my family over to celebrate a belated father's day and my mom's birthday. We had to postpone it since hand, foot, and mouth disease hit our house and knocked Grayson and Jackson on their butts for a few days.
It was great to see their cousins, since we've been quite busy these days and hadn't seen them in far too long.
I managed to make it to the pool today with two kids in tow (my first attempt was unsuccessful as Jackson was falling asleep at the kitchen table so I scrapped the idea for the day). It didn't start off well, when neither kid wanted anything to do with the pool.
Tomorrow I take the boys to daycare for their "one day a week" summer schedule. I cannot tell you how excited I am to have a day to myself where I'm not cleaning or trying to run errands with two crying boys. I have a laundry list of things I want to get accomplished, one of which is going to the pool by myself for a couple of hours (included on the list: working out, grocery shopping, returning bathing suits to J.Crew, hitting up Michaels for some crafts I have in mind, cooking/baking, etc). I'm crossing my fingers that I'll squeeze the pool in there.
Ahhh summer...how I've missed you.