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Nine Months Old? What??

This past month has been a busy one for Brayden...or Brady-Bray, as Benjamin calls him. At the ripe old age of eight months, he learned how to crawl, pull up to a standing position, clap, wave bye-bye, play the ba-ba-ba game (you know, when you tap your hand on your mouth while humming), shriek very loudly to get my attention, and bite anyone who dares put their fingers in his mouth with his two new sharp teeth. Take my word for it-it hurts. Benjamin, however, thinks it's hilarious. So does Brayden, for that matter.

Our little guy brings us such happiness. Brayden is filled with a joy that can't help but radiate out to anyone who is near. As he crawls around our home, I smile at the sheer wonder and delight on his face when he discovers something new. Like when he finds his brothers toy cabinet open for his viewing and grabbing pleasure. Last week I found him smack dab in the middle of Benjamin's train track. Needless to say, it looked like Godzilla had been there. I had to laugh because it was obvious that Little Brother was having the time of his life, though Big Brother was none too pleased.

Regarding food and sleep, he loves the former and hates the latter! The boy hasn't met a food he didn't like and I can't get him to take a decent nap to save my life. However, he's healthy and happy so what more can a mom ask for?

I can't believe Brayden is nine months already. Perhaps we could just freeze time for a moment?

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