nine months old and a new trick

Henry turned nine months, yes NINE months, on Monday the 13th. NINE months.

I don't know about you rooney, but I'm finding that hard to believe. He had his nine, yes nine, month check up yesterday. Weighing in at 19 pounds 12 ounces and measuring twenty NINE inches in height, that puts him still in the 50th percentile for weight and 75th for height. All was good - he didn't cry when the nurse pricked his toe to take some blood. He DID pitch a little fit when the doc started poking around on him. In fact, the doctor's exact words were "Well he can really turn it on quick can't he? Wonder where he gets that temper from? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree Momma . . . " To which I just smiled and nodded. When I was a little girl, my parents had this lovely nickname for me, Miss Poofy, because of that little temper and quick response. Gary, also in the doctor's office yesterday, kindly responded to the doctor, "Well . . . it seems we both have a bit of temper at times." Whew! Glad it's not just me. :)

Also on the NINE month birthday of Henry, he learned a new trick. When I went to get him from his afternoon nap, this is what I found:
The crying picture actually happened first because I came in the room, left to get my camera, and that made him mad. When I returned he was quite upset! But he cheered up pretty quickly.
I guess we are really in for it now . . . Henry is crawling and now pulling up on a few things. No "cruising" yet, but I'm sure that is not far down the road. "Mobile" as they say. It's bittersweet. Now he can chase the doggies I suppose. Oddly enough, he still has no teeth! I think he will walk before he gets his first tooth, crazy little guy.