Gabe @ 9 months

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.

8 months

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,ย  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.


15 thoughts on “Gabe @ 9 months”

  1. Eeeeeeeeeeh I love the photos. The one at the end with the hat and the one where he is chewing his crib (yum! crib!) And of course the ones with my little Harrod’s purse thing (another thing to add to the “gabe has good taste” evidence list). His smile is so fantastic.

    And I loved (well maybe that’s not the best word, but let’s go with it) hearing about the frustrations and the not so fun time. Your honesty is appreciated. Everything is a phase!

  2. I love this post. Our son is almost 16 months and I’ve felt so guilty recently because I have (many) moments of being so annoyed, or not wanting to be around him, or being sick of his whining (and then dearly missing him the second he goes to bed!). I love our son with all my heart, and he still drives me nuts. I hate feeling that way! It’s such a weird place to be, but I’m so glad to know I’m not alone!

    1. I wonder how anyone can NOT be annoyed. Kids are demanding and selfish and indecisive. I think only a saint would think loving thoughts ALL of the time.

      1. It’s so tough though because most of the moms I know only present the best side of themselves/their families. I totally get that, of course, because I don’t generally go around taking (or showing) pictures of the millionth meltdown Avi has had this month, but it makes a girl feel so isolated! So, as always, I appreciate your openness!

  3. Oh bubble bath! I am so sad that we will never get a photo like that while LJ is little – he reacts to the chemicals and the resulting eczema outbreak is (Hopefully he grows out of it before he is too old to photograph nekked)
    I love Kamels way of thinking about why Gabe is so frustrated. It makes a LOT of sense.

    Looking forward to finding out how hefty Gabe is. LJ was measured a couple of weeks ago (just shy of 8 months) and is 72cm / 28inch tall, 9.3kg / 20lb8oz and has a 47.5cm / 19inch head. He is well above average size all over (96th percentile head, my goodness)

  4. haaaaa fat heads ๐Ÿ™‚ I have a couple of pictures of his mama to pass along to Gabe to explain why he will never fit into hats…

  5. Oh man the phases! Apparently my 17 month old nephew has started slamming his head into things. Like, he will climb up to look out the window, get bored after a few minutes, and then start banging his head into the glass. Which causes him to fall down on the ground, and then look dazed and upset as to how that happened. However he has also started saying “I love you”! which is endearing and heart melting. My brother and sister in law are kind of at a loss about the whole head banging thing, but, hopefully he’ll grow out of it soon. My brother was very similar as a baby, so there’s always that.

    I hope that this next month offers up more cuteness and cuddles than frustration!

  6. “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 donโ€™t want to be around him. ”

    Ok. I was thinking about this the other day. We just got the puppy, and the puppy’s cute and adorable and everything, but OMG SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO NOT DEAL WITH PUPPY. Sometimes I just want to lay on the couch with a beer and not think about him AT ALL. Which, of course, made me think HOW WOULD I EVER DEAL WITH A CHILD?? It seems like you have to be ON all the time.

    “Kamel says Gabe is tired of being a baby, that heโ€™s over it.”

    I like this thinking. I can’t even imagine how frustrating it would be to be IN the world, a PART of the world—but not able to communicate your wants and needs effectively.

    1. Yes. Sometimes all I want to do is sit in front of the TV and drink beer and eat nachos and not have to rely on subtitles because the baby is sqwacking so loudly. Sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed at 5am because it is SATURDAY! And wtf baby go to SLEEP. But, ya know…. it’s a process. You don’t show up with a baby one day. I mean, first you’re pregnant and even before that you’re trying to be pregnant. Plus, it’s a baby. And at the end of the day, you can’t begrudge him because they need you. They just… need you, more than any other thing in the whole world will ever need you.

  7. Hahaha, your comment “you don’t just show up with a baby one day” made me laugh – true that you’ve got months of being pregnant, but right now at 5mo preg it certainly does feel like I will just show up with a baby one day! ๐Ÿ™‚ All the mental prep I can do – including reading your fabulous blog – can only get me so far…. Thanks for being the advance scout and telling us all about it. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Get ready for tomorrow’s postpartum @ 9 months blog!!!

      I wish I could go back in time and tell myself at 5 months everything I know now. Hopefully it will help you. ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Yay for milestones! My baby is currently being frustrated by the fact that she can’t roll from back to front (at 3.5 months). She has been rolling from front to back since 6 weeks, so she is getting really impatient!

    Lauren, Gabe looks so much like you! I don’t know why it took me 9 months to notice that, but it seems so obvious now.

  9. I say it every month, but he is such a big boy now, and so sweet. I hope he gets fully mobile soon and that in turn that makes him less frustrated. Not being able to talk must be difficult… too.

    Oh and this is going to sound mean but the drama / crying pictures are the best. Pobrecito.

    I look forward to your post tomorrow…. I can’t believe in 3 months there will be a little one here (mind blowing, unbelievable, surreal). I will for sure be emailing you with all of the questions.

  10. Embrace the ick! (Grocery carts, gnawing on car keys, etc,) You are building his immune system. (That’s what I always tell myself).

    It’s okay not to like all of parenting (or all of your kid). Some parts are frustrating and annoying and no fun, no use pretending otherwise. (I’m saying this for me as well as for you. Sometimes I need reminding!) So far, I’ve been finding that as Frances gets older the ratio of fun to annoying is shifting in the fun direction (but I know that will change again some day too).

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