Nine months old

 

At nine months old, Hudson weighs in at:

Weight: 13 lbs (17th percentile)

Length: 28 in (70th percentile)

 

 

Hudson’s neediness has increased by about ten this past month. He is NOT content unless he is constantly being handed a new toy (which he immediately drops). He can only handle the Bumbo or exersaucer for about 5 minutes. He can almost sit up by himself but still tips over (onto the hardwood!) so I can’t leave him sitting unsupervised. I have started him on rice cereal and it takes forever for him to get anything down and with his arms flailing around trying to grab the spoon, we both end up completely covered in it. He is a full-time job. Consequently, I am suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed and irritable. I simply cannot keep up with the house. It is a constant mess. With THREE kids now making a mess while I am tending to the baby, there’s just more than I can get to

 

1)      I started making a list of things the kids have had melt downs over lately. It includes a screaming fit by Mara because she wanted to get out the other side of the van and not the side I opened. It also includes a tantrum from Baylor because he wanted the Ninja Turtle socks and NOT the moose socks.

2)      I also started listing reasons the kids give when they cry out at night for us to come down to their rooms. Baylor has recently stated, “I want another bop” (the paci with the fish picture on the front instead of whatever one he had) and also, “I want a treat.” Seriously? In the middle of the night? Judah honestly said recently, “My tongue hurts.” What? You woke me up for that?

3)      I jotted down a typical attempt to go get Mara from school. I’ve asked Judah a zillion times to get his shoes on and as I walk out the door I say, “Judah. I’m leaving now.” He starts crying because I am out the door and he is still shoeless. I get the stroller out and Baylor starts crying because he wants to ride his scooter (which he does at approximately 2 mph) instead of in the stroller. I settle Baylor down, Judah comes out with shoes on, and I run upstairs to wake up Hudson. He, of course, starts crying. I would too if someone woke me from my nap every.single.day. Anyway, typical 11:00 hour for me this year. Don’t love it.

4)      I also wrote down our experience walking home from school after arriving home one day. The school is ¼ mile from our house. Should take 5 minutes. Over the course of that short distance, we stopped to fix Mara’s dress which was catching on the tires of the balance bike, we stopped because Baylor was screaming that something was in his eye, we stopped because Judah’s shoe fell off, we stopped when Mara dropped her backpack, we stopped for Baylor to get out of the stroller and walk across the “balance beam” (curb) at Eggs in the City, and all the while Hudson is getting hungry and wants the stroller to keep moving and therefore breaks down crying every time it stops. Four kids. Wow.