Nine in, nine out

Flybaby is nine months old today!

And I'm telling you, I insist he is talking.

If Fly wakes up before an appropriate hour of the morning (say, before 6 am), JP usually goes to him in his room, changes him and brings him to snuggle between us. Flybaby usually falls asleep, and we can all rest a little bit more. Three humans and a cat.

That's what happened this morning. When JP went to get Fly, I rolled over and covered my face so Flybaby wouldn't see me. Part of the trick of getting him to go back to sleep is playing possum. But invisible is even better.

Fly is getting too smart for it, though. Just when we thought he was going to settle down and sleep, he noticed me lying next to him.

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!" he said, slapping my side.

Now who could play possum with a darling baby doing that to her? So I said "Hi!" back, and got up and nursed him.

(All right, I admit sometimes it does sound like he's saying "he" or "hey," but still. I think he knows what he's saying.)

Also, he might be making the baby sign for "change." He motioned something like it a couple days ago, and when I checked him out, the diaper had slid over so the edge was going up the middle of his butt. And I really don't think Flybaby was going for the thong diaper look. Not comfy for crawling....

Flybaby hasn't been a great eater lately, though. Maybe more teeth are coming in -- I guess seven and a half teeth aren't enough. I was trying to get him to eat breakfast a couple days ago when JP came in the room.

JP: (opening mouth) Ahhh!

Flybaby: (blank stare)

JP: You've got to eat, little man. If you don't eat, you're not going to grow out of your clothes fast enough. And your mama will be sad that she can't buy you new stuff. And your friend Lancelot will laugh at you and say, "Oh, you've already worn that outfit!" That's right, and Mr. Big Lashes is also going to get bigger than you. Do you want your friend to get bigger than you?

Flybaby: (blank stare)

Me: ROFL with a baby spoon in my hand