How could it be?

That my little boy could already be 9 months old?? Wasn't I JUST pregnant??? Oh well - try as I may I guess I have no control over such things.

On Friday he had an appt with his gastro specialist. His spitting up has gotten worse, and it's terrible now that he eats real food. She told me that GERD (reflux) can peak between 8 & 12 months. This seems to be the case. HELP!!! She increased his medicines as he's grown enough to get higher doses. So far - I haven't noticed any difference.

On Saturday morning he went in to his Pediatrician for his 9 month appt. My little man now weighs in at 19lbs 12oz and is 28 1/2 inches long. He didn't have to get any shots and after looking him over she said 'well you can't get much more perfect than that'.

Other than the spitting thing (which I've decided is now full fledged throwing up) he really is doing great. He's mastered crawling and knows when he hears me behind him to speed up. He pulls up to his knees ANYWHERE there's help and up to his feet if he feels comfortable (namely in his crib and some chairs). He loves to walk if you help him. He's also found his vocal chords. His sounds range from flat out screaming when Jarod takes a toy away (and immediate stopage when Jarod gives it back), to a very annoying squak he uses to tell you all about his day, to his ba ba ba's (usually when he's crying) and ma ma ma's. All in all - he's a very busy boy! Oh and I forgot - last week his two top teeth broke through. He's now got 4 teeth and 4 more that'll be coming in any day now.

Which brings us to his big brother. Jarod is just fun (most of the time). He loves going to Donna's house (his babysitter) on Monday's and Friday's. I don't know what she does to him but he always takes an early afternoon nap. As I type he is sitting on the couch eating an ice cream cone - and getting it ALL over. He thinks he's big stuff. He loves going to the pool and to the gym especially when his friends Keegen and Emma go. He thinks they are the best! He also just talks and talks. One night while I was in Mexico it was thundering outside and Sarah's boyfriend DJ told him that the sound was 'tractors in the sky'. Well no when he hears thunder he says 'oh mommy what's that? Is it tractors in the sky?' Today I asked him if he really thought there were tractors in the sky and he basically told me yes because DJ had told him so.

The big moves still loom. But seems like time passes and nothing much gets done. Especially not at my house. I haven't even started thinking about it really. I've convinced myself I don't have all that much stuff to move so it'll be a piece of cake. I'm sure I'll regret thinking that but for now I choose to believe that's the case.