9 months

Dear Tatum,

Today you are 9 months old. 

Some love certain ages. I for one, love every age. To be more specific, I love every second of every minute. That being said, there is something to be said about 9 months. 

9 months is how long it took for you to begin your little life and enter the world in God's perfect image.

At 9 months, you are happier than ever.

I don't know how that is humanly possible, as you might just be the happiest baby I've ever encountered. Your brother and sister were just like this too, but there's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe it's because you are the third baby?

You 

chat up a storm.

I'm not sure what your first word will be, but you are very in to the "Da, Ba's, and Na's"...maybe you can change that last one to an 'M', pretty please?

Though you are not mobile in any sense of the word, the doctor is not concerned. You may as well have had a full conversation with him at your appointment today.

You will do things in your time and are content to watch Kieran and Anna. They make you laugh so hard, I wish I could bottle your giggles and save them forever.

Standing in at 27 inches, you are in the 26%ile for height.

Weighing in at 19 lbs 2 1/2 ounces, you are at the 67%ile for weight.

Measuring in at the 83%ile for your head.

Short, squishy, and surely very smart ;)

Yes, at 9 months, you grab at everything-my necklace, daddy's glasses, everyone's faces, the bandaid on your toe. For a baby who doesn't go anywhere, you manage to get your hands on just about everything! It's becoming increasingly difficult to take your picture with your number stickers, as you work hard to come up with a plan to rip it off!

My sweet girl,

Though you cannot speak with your words, you are a soul who speaks with your heart.

Keep on my love, keep on.