Lucy's stats at nine months old:
Height: 27 inches
Weight: 14 pounds, 12 ounces
She's still not on the charts for weight, but her height is in the 28th percentage, and her Dr. seems really happy with where she is. And to be fair, she lost at least a pound from the diaper I changed right before her appointment.
Some other things about Lucy at nine months: She can sit up great all on her own now, though it sometimes takes her a minute to realize she's fallen over. She can stand up a little while holding on to something, but I'm not entirely convinced she's aware she's doing it. She's starting to really like books, especially the ones with photos of babies and animals, and she likes you to make the sounds of the animals to her. She loves carrots, hates lotion, and both loves and hates Henry the cat. And also? She's pretty much the most ridiculously adorable little creature I've ever seen in my life, and she's growing up at a seriously alarming rate. Because, nine months? Really? Holy crap.
Lucy gets to celebrate nine months of life by hanging out all day with her Grandma and Grandpa, where she is sure to get spoiled like no child has ever been spoiled before. Sterling and I are heading out to celebrate eight years of marriage. Eight years! I think that also deserves a holy crap. Happy Anniversary Ster- thanks for being the best friend and husband a girl could ask for, and the best Daddy a Lucy could ask for. Love you!
I think Lucy is developing her "I just did something naughty" face in this picture. Notice the handful of cat hair she is clutching, and then take a moment to appreciate the unwavering patience of poor Henry the cat.