Nine Month Details.

She's been officially nine months old for over a week now but I'm feeling the need to fill in some details, even if for no other reason than for my own memory.

She's not really crawling yet but she is getting pretty creative in the way that she moves. From sitting to her tummy to scooting and reaching. She's on her way to mobility.She had her nine month check up last week and weighed in at 16 pounds and 9 ounces and 28 1/2 inches long. She's on the average end for height but the smaller range for weight.

That's ok since we think she's perfect, of course.

(For comparison sake, H was 16 pounds and 6 ounces at 4 months. Oy!)

In other exciting news, we decided that it was time for her to bid farewell to her infant carrier and join the ranks of a regular carseat. The infant carrier gets so awkward and heavy to carry and even though she's fairly light, it was time.

I can't get over how old she looks already just from making a small change. She'll still be rear facing for a long while. She needs to be both one year old and twenty pounds. Another new trick she's enjoying is pulling out her pony tails. Especially in the car seat.

There are seven teeth in there now and they are the pearliest shade of white.

The pediatrician kept calling her a toddler in our appointment on Wednesday and I honestly was getting annoyed. (Probably also in part to the fact that E's finger prick had me holding her finger with gauze causing her to cry and H's continually loud singing. We really are a site to see in public.)

She is no toddler to me. She's still very much my babe.

She's quite attached to me. And I'm already worried about the future of this. She doesn't like me to leave her sight and this past Sunday gave the church nursery a run for their money by crying and then sobbing for 20 minutes straight. Then they had me paged and as soon as she saw me, she stopped and smiled.

We call her Evelyn. And Evie. Evelyn Nanette when we're rocking and singing. And Evie Levy when we're being silly. She looks up and responds to each.

She waves. And babbles. Mostly mamama and dadada.

She does what I can only call a yell at H when he happens to steal whatever it is she's got. She's already learned that she's got to use her voice when she's being jipped.

The days go by and turn to weeks and then months and then years and then we'll forget about all these little details.

That is why.

That's why I started doing all this four years ago and that's why I still do it.

I just don't want to forget a single part.