My baby was 9 months old yesterday. He is the happiest little man in the world. I don't know anyone who smiles more than Paul.
He loves to wave, to clap, to high five, to say mama and dada and hi.
He loves to play with Diddy and crawl and pull himself up and laugh (literally) when you tell him no.
He likes to close doors and then look confused about how to open them. He likes to take all my shoes out of their boxes or knock them down off the shoe rack. He likes to rip magazines and put everything in his mouth!
He loves the bath. He loves crawling from his room naked to the bathroom, then pulling himself up on the tub watching it fill with water, while simultaneously peeing on the bathroom floor.
He gives kisses and hugs and smiles with his entire face. Other times he likes to slap your face.
He likes to sing songs and has just started some dance moves.
He melts my heart!