I’ve not been very blogariffic lately. It’s hard to come up with stuff to write about that isn’t completely boring. Plus I’ve been over-revising a post about how swim class with Tuco brings out new feelings of mom inadequacies for me, but I haven’t been able to get my thoughts out clearly. Maybe someday I will post it. Spoiler alert: the inadequacy feelings have nothing to do with wearing a bathing suit, and swim class with Tuco turns out to be fun after all.
I have also been feeling guilty about skipping blog entries on Tuco’s eight- and nine-month birthdays. To ease my guilty feelings, I am writing this “Tuco at 9.5 months” post. I’ll start with some stats from Tuco’s nine-month doctor visit:
1. Tuco is 30 inches tall.
2. Tuco weighs 21 pounds and 4.7 ounces.
Not impressed? Consider that 9.5 months ago, he was only 21 inches tall and weighed only 9 pounds. Consider it! This is exciting stuff to me. As is the fact that Tuco is now eating regular food, like Cheerios, chicken noodle soup, and lasagna. He also eats little yogurt bites, which are like the astronaut ice cream you tasted when you went to a planetarium in grade school. Yeah, I know they taste like that because I’ve eaten them.
Hmmm, what else about Tuco at 9.5 months? Tuco can army crawl his way around any room, and he’s working on getting his belly off the ground for a proper baby crawl. He can climb up the one stair from our family room to our kitchen, though he hasn’t figured out how to get back down yet. He loves taking baths, going for walks, and flipping though his baby animals book. Tuco hates getting his diaper changed, not being allowed to eat my cell phone, and people all up in his mug without him initiating the interaction. He’s also perfected a light shriek that he couples with a facial expression of displeasure to warn me when I am treading on thin ice and he is about to go ape sh*t.
This kid has changed so much since he was born, and it hasn’t even been a year yet. Can’t wait to see what else is next. If he could find a way to give his mom a proper hug soon, I would be ever so happy.
Here’s the part of the blog post you really want–pictures of Tuco: