9 months and Cute Pics

Wow! Gavin is already 9 months old. I can't believe this time last year I was preparing and intisipating his arrival. He has given us so much joy these past 9 months. He grows everyday. Everyone says he is just like his Dad but I am beginning to see little parts of me. For example, when he really wants something and it is either denied or taken away he can get really mad. It so sad yet so hard not to laugh at. He is still wearing his helmet 23 hrs a day, and has physical therapy every other week. Some days I just can't wait for this to be over with, but that would mean he is a day older and will be turing one soon. So for now I will enjoy every day, even the ones where he refuses to take a nap. (like today after 45 minutes he is still playing in his crib). So I must now go and attend to his kings needs. Here are his 9 month stats.

Weight 19 lbs 9 oz. (45%)

Height 28 1/2 in. (60%)

His Masterpiece

So who knew that Gavin wanted to be the next Picasso? I sure didn't realize this until yesterday morning. I heard him on the monitor just talking to himself at about 7:30 am. Since he wasn't fussy, I figured he would start when he was ready to get up. (I mean why waste the 10-30 min of extra sleep I can sneak in.) When I woke back up it was 9 am and he still was just playing in his crib. I know it may sound like I have the best child in the world who just lets their parents sleep in until 9am, but unfortunately this is not the case. To my surprise when I went to go get him, Gavin was working on what he thought was a MASTERPIECE! This masterpiece consisted of using the bumper, sheets, and toys as his canvas, all while using POOP as his paint. Yes, poop was everywhere. No wonder why he was so quite. He was entertained with this wonderful new toy. (UGH GROSS!!!) It was everywhere!, even in his hands. I don't want to even really think about whether there was a tasting of the paint, because I could throw up. Well to all of those whose kids are quite in the crib, think twice when just laying your head back down, because who knows what kind of trouble your little one has gotten into.