Charlie, you are nine months old - what a riot!
Life is just a bowl of cherries for you, buddy.
You have learned to pull yourself up on everything - in your crib, on toys in the playroom...
...and if we turn our backs on you, this is where you like to venture:
Mischief in the making...
You're finally starting to get a little hair, and you're disarmingly handsome, if we do say so ourselves.
You look so much like Chloe that people often mistake her baby pictures for you. We can't wait for those blond curls to come in! After your bath you look like a little duckling with your crazy peach fuzz.
You're a master crawler and a human vacuum cleaner. Your favorite pastime is cruising around the kitchen island to the spot under the bar stools where your brothers always drop half their food as they wolf it down. You've had entire meals of things nine month olds are absolutely not supposed to eat... pizza, apple slices, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and the occasional leaf or stick; gross, but a sad reality in our house of boys, and at least they're organic :-).
You have four little teeth,
bright blue eyes,
and a smile that lights up a room.
Happy nine months, Chilly Charlie. You bring us so much joy.
And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was upon him."
Luke 2:40
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