Caleb, Nine Months

I didn’t mean to take such a long absence. My computer has been on the fritz, needing two different repairs in the last month. There was another trip to North Carolina, a business trip to Ohio and a general increase in activity. We’ve started attending a church regularly, including Wednesday night dinner, and it’s starting to feel like home. I recognize more faces each Sunday morning and had lunch with one of our new pastors last week. I still miss our friends in Wisconsin, but it gets a little easier every week.

Caleb, of course, is growing like a weed. At 9 months, he can pull up and walk around holding onto the furniture. He crawls like a big boy and the best time he does that is daycare pick up. He now crawls over to whoever picks him up, excited to see Mom or Dad. He cut his front two teeth at the same time, bringing the total to six. He went up another diaper size! He can eat baby crackers on his own, shoving them open-palmed into his mouth. He’s not much of a cuddler, except when he wakes up crying, which is happening nightly sometime between 9 and 10pm. We really have no clue what’s going on – if he’s waking up from his first REM cycle, if his teeth are bothering him, if he’s having nightmares or night terrors. We try to avoid using Tylenol or resorting to another bottle, but sometime there’s no other way to calm him. He continues to be a happy, smiling boy, the life of the party, a total entertainer. My parents have been here this weekend, and Caleb coos and smiles through every meal, responding to their silly faces.

Everyday is a new adventure as we watch our baby turn into a curious little toddler.