Jack Primo is 9 months old. How did this happen? So soon! He's babbling. He gives me the morning news in the sweetest voice. "Baba, Mome, Bah, Do!" are amongst his favorite sounds. He is in love with music - he bounces and moves to the beat - I think without even realizing what he's doing. Baloo's Bare Necessities is his favorite to groove to. I like to give myself a little bit of credit for this love of dance dance dancing - I wasn't afraid to get my groove on at 8 1/2 months pregnant. He LOVES anything he can throw. Baseballs, plastic balls, tennis balls, blocks, pacifiers. He thinks it is hilarious, especially when there is an abundance of toys all over the living room, and none left on his blanket (to him, successful play time). He's not crawling yet. This has me a little concerned, because I am a new mom and don't have the confidence of seasoned moms. I know he's getting close. He scoots his bottom, leans over to land on his hands and rocks back and forth. He's almost there. I guess I should relish this time while I still have it - where I can leave the room without reenacting a scene from "Jack Jack Attack."
At his 9-month appointment, his doc also said he needs to gain a bit more weight. Eat more she says! And eat more he shall. There has not been a single jar of baby food he hasn't loved. It's hard to keep track of when and what he eats - Josh and I tag team most days, and while we both are at work, he goes with Josh's mom for the day. Because I am that new mom, I made up a little eating chart for the Sugar Bug. He's to eat around 32 ounces of formula (Enfamil saved me when he was three months old and not getting enough breastmilk from his working mama), and eat the yummy mush (I'm totally feelin' Earth's Best - it's organic, delicious (I try all of his food), and often on sale at Babies R Us) at least three times per day. Bring it on. Hopefully we'll all be able to fill it out easily and I can bring it to Dr. Primero with that confidence. See! He's just not one of those chub-a-lub babies. Which does wonders for my back.
Pixar is Jack's genre of choice. He's cracked up at Skinner, the short and short-tempered chef on Ratatouille. He talks to Dory, the natural blue on Finding Nemo. Toy Story 3 will keep him at the edge of his blanket from Evil Dr. Porkchop all the way to the Haunted Bakery if I let him. The castle scene at the beginning of these movies - and all Disney movies - brings on the biggest and sweetest smile I've ever seen. I've cried. Ahem, just a couple of times. Jack inspires me in so many ways. It's hard to grasp these feelings. I guess pure joy is the only way to describe it.
And speaking of flash dancing, Jack will be tricking and treating as Carl Fredricksen for his first Halloween. UP has a special place in my heart for many reasons, so it's only necessary Little Man be the little old man from one of my favorite Pixars.
Heather Jean Photography is the bestest. She is patient, talented, and very awesome. I'll be a loyal customer until Jack's old enough to say, "Enough, mom." Seriously.
Meanwhile, how about this awesome weather? No more AC and the bill that comes with it! And the jolly holidays are just around the corner! Yeehaw.
Happy Harvest. Happy Niner Jack Primo.
