where does the time go?

so.

monday was 9mo for our little guy.  we had his 9mo checkup and tc is as healthy as can be.  he weighed in at just under 25lbs and 29".  dood.  we've got a sumo wrestler on our hands!  the fun bit about this milestone is that we get to move on to more creative foods from the plethora of veggies we've been feeding him.  i think he's consumed every conceivable combination of carrots, peas, beans, squashes and whatnot.  now, though, we get to progress to the non-citrus fruits and some meats.

with that in mind, i plopped him into his highchair as soon as we got home from the doctors and mooshed up a banana for him.  smsmh wasn't too pleased with the results.  she had just bathed him for the doctors visit and he ended up with banana all over his hands, arms, face and hair.  it's fun trying to get banana out of nostrils, dontchaknow.  he's really loving being able to feed himself food.  he gets excited and works ever so intently on getting the bits of food into his mouth.

he's also beginning to find his vocal chords.  man can this boy squeal.  i took him to the mall on our weekly daddy day (saturday) last week and he was squealing for joy at the top of his lungs (he had a crumpled up straw to chew on, wouldn't you squeal for joy?).  his voice echoed through the mall and i couldn't stop laughing at the ruckus he was making, which just egged him on.  the looks on people's faces were priceless.  when did we lose that sort of joy?  why don't we, as adults, show that sort of enthusiasm for life?

me?  i'm making it a point to try to emulate his enthusiasm for things.  let's just hope that they don't call the men in white coats when i squeal with laughter when i find a penny on the ground.