out = in

It's December, which means Adelaide is 9 months old. This is quite a milestone, as she has now been "out" as long as she was "in". And both of us have changed as much in these past nine months as we did in the first nine. For the first nine months, we were becoming more and more each other - I was getting used to her being a part of my life, and a part of me, and for these past nine, we've both been growing into our independence. I now feel like myself again (mostly), and she has become very much her own person - likes, dislikes, opinions, character. She is so interactive and plays lots of games: finding objects that we "hide", and hiding herself in peek-a-boo, 'grunting' responses to Joe's grunted questions, takes things "out" and now puts them back "in" as well! She gestures toward things she wants and pushes my hand when I offer her something gross. And I have an increasingly hard time convincing her that it's a good idea to do something she doesn't like. Quite a strong will in her mature little character. At our 9 month check up last week, Adelaide weighed in at 17 lbs 2 oz and 27 in tall. It's incredible that she has sprouted up from nothing in such a short time, and equally amazing the physical and emotional (hormonal?) train ride that I've experienced. So here I am, officially joining the legions of parents who say "having a baby will change your life forever"!