Izzie turned 9 months old on Thursday. She keeps me moving almost every second of every day, and I love her to pieces. At her 9 month check up, she was in the 80th percentile for weight and off the chart for height. G and I got into a little trouble because she still doesn't like to eat.... anything. The doc told us that she HAS to eat, whether she likes it or not. So, nowadays I feel like the bad guy as I shove sweet potatoes into my screaming 9 month old's mouth. We have started putting her in her bed at nap time instead of trying to get her to sleep and then putting her down. It works (some of the time) I am learning alot about this tough love stuff. I feel like she is on the verge of walking. She pulls up on everything, and wants to hold your hands so that she can walk. She has learned the meaning of "no no," even though she can't mind all of the time. She is getting so big that I have to pass her off to her daddy alot. I just can't hold her for long. She makes all kinds of noises, but I think her first word is "uh oh". Dadadada has been coming for a while, but there is no association linked with it. She is such a joy, and we are so very blessed to be her parents.
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