Nine months in, nine months out.
How is my little nugget nine months old today?
When did that happen?
Yes, Teddy is turning nine months old – he’s been out in the world nearly as long as he was floating around somewhere in my abdomen, giving me plenty of hearty kicks in the ribs and using my bladder as a trampoline.
He still does that. He just does it from the outside, nowadays.
The biggest change this month has probably been – finally! – the advent of TEETH. Yes, Teddy has his two front teeth at the bottom, and they’re bloody sharp. They’ve still not come through all the way, but they’re almost entirely there. He’s not had much bother with them at all, to be honest. I think we had a couple of bad nights, just in the first week of them breaking through, but we’re handy with the Calpol if they seem to be bothering him. And he absolutely loves Dentinox teething gel. Ugh. He’s really taken to brushing his teeth with Peggy Quinn (a toothbrush shaped like a penguin, if you’ve ever had the ‘pleasure’ of watching Baby Jake on CBeebies you’ll get it) but he’s got to have a go himself – definitely not a Mummy-only job.
Ted is turning out to be such a lovely little boy. I’ve definitely noticed he’s getting more affectionate; when he wants a cuddle, he puts his arms out, and he’ll climb up my leg if he wants attention. He’s not particularly bothered by other babies, still; in a room full of other little ones, he still tends to crawl away and do his own thing (perhaps doing a quick minesweep for any toys he likes the look of that don’t belong to him on the way out). He’s definitely me and Kev’s child – a bit antisocial. And loves patisserie (he had his first croissant the other day – big hit).
I say he’s antisocial, but that’s only when it comes to other babies. He absolutely loves grown-ups, and whenever we go anywhere for coffee or lunch he loves to stand on a chair and chat to people at nearby tables. He gets quite comically sad when they don’t chat back. He’s very friendly to adults and has a few definite favourites; he absolutely lights up for my mum, loves to climb all over our friend Mel at choir (luckily her lovely boy, Sebastian, quite enjoys coming to me for a cuddle too!) and giggles with joy every time he sees Dan at Eat.
He’s still hitting all his milestones, not quite as speedily as before; it’s like he’s got to the point of crawling and cruising, and decided learning to actually walk would just slow him down now. He can crawl at the speed of light, after all. Honestly, I can’t leave him anywhere. It was so nice when he was tiny, to be able to put him down and know he’d still be there when I got back. Now… he could be anywhere. He climbs, too, and if I leave anything that presents any kind of foothold near the sofa, he’ll be up on it and determinedly clambering up onto the desk to bash at the computer keyboard.
I’ve got to say, Ted’s got a lot more vocal in the last month. He’s really found his voice and loves experimenting with different sounds. There’s lots of ‘da-da’ and ‘ba-ba’ and ‘ga-ga’ – only ever ‘ma-ma’ when he’s sad or angry! We also get treated to some lovely raspberries and velociraptor noises, though thank goodness he’s stopped doing this in the middle of spoonfuls of food. That was getting messy. Nowadays, when Ted is particularly happy, he can’t keep the joy in and he has to wave his arms around and squeal. When he’s chasing his beloved ball up and down the hallway, it’s cacophonous with screeches. He sings too, quietly squeaking little tunes to himself in the pram when he’s facing forwards.
His favourite things in life are watermelon, fish curry, and flushing the toilet. He also love Justin Fletcher, aka the patron saint of CBeebies. Honestly, his face pops up on the screen and you’d think the sun had just come out, based on Ted’s smiles. He’s also developed a bit of a penchant for In The Night Garden… as have I. Oh dear. To my great joy, Ted’s also starting to really like books – well, he pulls them off the shelf and mauls them, but there’s been a recent increase in actually sitting still and listening to the stories. Come on, he goes to Waterstones at least once a week if not more, the love of books will be instilled in him at all costs!
He still sleeps through the night, most of the time anyway. I’d say he sleeps all the way through about five nights out of seven, and that’s from eight-ish until between six and seven in the morning. On the occasions he does wake up in the night, it’s only ever because he’s crawled up his cot in his sleep and banged his head – he can always be settled in a matter of minutes with a stroke, a cuddle or a dummy.
I’ve not noticed a massive difference from eight months to nine months, to be honest; Teddy just keeps on hurtling towards toddlerhood with determination. He’s never been keen on being a baby – sitting still, having everything done for him. He’s craned his neck to look around from day one, and been determined to get moving and independent as soon as possible. Every day I look at him and see a bit less chubby baby and a bit more of the little boy he’s quickly becoming. Slow down a bit, Ted, Mummy needs to catch her breath!