I just … can’t believe he is 9 months old. I can’t. It totally snuck up on me. This month has been… challenge, but also one full of milestones.
Gabe at 8 months.
A month ago Gabe was still not mobile, he had begun to scoot around, but was mostly super frustrated he couldn’t get to where he wanted to go. This month he has just started crawling! It is ridiculously exciting and a new relief for us as in some ways it makes things a lot easier, but it also has lead to a whole other set of issues. This set of photos is still pre-crawling, but a perfect example of what we were dealing with in terms of frustration on a daily basis.
My god, the drama!
We go to the doctor today so I don’t yet know his height/weight/head fatness. But I’ll probably update the bottom of this post after we find out (for my own baby-journaling records), but dude is HEFTY!! While we were in Mexico I got to hang with some family, and the lovely Paula who is 2-3 weeks younger than Gabe and about 10 lbs lighter and 5 inches shorter. It was mind blowing! Gabe is solidly in 12 months close and has been for a while. His pants are perpetually short. Kamel and I blame each other for the fat-headedness.
Gabe’s started pointing at things that he wants. It is helpful to know more about things like that, but annoying when he points from me to Kamel and then from Kamel to me. He has also solidly saying DADA! And has just now recently started saying MAMA! Sometimes it means me, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes dada means Kamel, sometimes it just means any old thing he wants right now! GimmeethatthingIcannothave!
He had his first experience in a restaurant highchair and soon after in a grocery cart! Which super grossed me out at first, but now I have moved on from the ick. We are not people who are capable of carrying around that cover for grocery carts and highchairs, so I have embraced the germ factor. We made a baby of the world, and he shall be part of it! Gross stuff and not! Huzzah! Ring all the bells.
(First highchair at the our neighborhood Mexican place!)
Some stuff I have been struggling with – Gabe has started to throw little tantrums. He will get mad or impatient or whatever and yell and do that thing where he kind of looks like he is pooping but he is actually just flexing all of his muscles and making little fists of rage while turning bright red and briefly holding his breath. YAY!!! SO FUN!! It really bugs me that he is being this person. I mean, he is a 9 month old, so I guess I can cut him some slack, but I see this stuff and I worry that this is who he is or who he will be as a small child. (Everything is a phase, everything is a phase, everything is a phase.)
Also a challenge: Now that he is more mobile we have to navigate around that fact. We haven’t baby proofed anything. We will eventually, but I want to keep it to a minimum, or rather – figure out what really needs to be proofed instead of going hog wild with all the things (because, let’s be honest, some of those baby proofed things are actually ADULT proofing too… sheesh). So that has been an adjustment for us.
Gabe is taking up a lot more physical energy and a lot more mental energy these days. Add in a little teething here and there, some refusal to eat when he should be hungry due to the world being a giant distraction, and holy shit, sometimes I just really don’t want to be around him. I love him, I miss him when I am working or when I don’t have my usual evenings with him because of social stuff, but then sometimes I’m also wishing he would just be quiet, or frustrated that he can’t be more content playing on the floor or with his toys or … with anything really. Those are the worst times, when nothing we do is what he wants and he can’t tell us and we can’t figure it out. That has been happening more and more lately.
Kamel says Gabe is tired of being a baby, that he’s over it. He says that Gabe wants to talk and walk and be a kid and he isn’t yet an that is pissing him off. If this is true then we are in for it, because he still has quite a while left of baby-dom. The talking and walking will come but then what other baby-style limitations will there be for him?
Basically, Gabe, you need to chill the eff out. We’ll work on making your world a little less limiting, a little less no, a little less frustrating. And maybe we can all take a deep breath before I (or you, really) pull out anymore of my already thinner-than-normal hair. You are a 9 month old baby Gabe! Nine months of silliness, of learning curves, of new adventures, of what-the-fucks, of happiness, of tears, of learning all about your crazy face. Can’t wait to see what the next months bring.