Yesterday, Callan turned 9 months old. I can't believe it. He is 3/4 of a year old. He has been out of the womb for as long as he was inside it. It blows my mind how quickly time passes, especially when you're watching a little one grow up right in front of your eyes.
At, now, 9 moths old, Callan is crawling like a mad man, pulling himself to standing like an old pro, as well as able to get himself back down to sitting, cruises from furniture piece to furniture piece, sits on his knees and bounces, he's making all kinds of new noises, plays well by himself, opens cabinets and pulls their contents out onto the floor, sleeps through the night on most nights, loves bathtime, has his bottom, front two teeth, loves to turn the dials and push buttons on the DVD player despite the many "no's" and light hand smacks, loves to be read to, likes to blab into a plastic cup, crawls after the vacuum when it's in use, makes it quite clear when he wants his "mamamamama", gets excited when his Daddy gets home from work, loves music and dancing, thinks it's the funniest thing to climb all over mommy when she works out on the floor, can stand on his own for a couple of seconds (sometimes), loves to get his hands on a catalog and rip it apart, if there's a power cord on the floor, he's on it like white on rice, has the sweetest little laugh, and a smile that melts my heart every. time.
When the front door is open, Callan makes a bee-line.
He loves making out with the glass. ;)