I started to crawl. Well, I try to. It usually involves me diving face-first, then getting up.

One Monday at the end of May I threw up all over Daddy. I had spits before, throwing up the milk I just drank, but this was a serious throw-up, emptying my stomach hours after eating. Some time later I threw up again, in my exersaucer :( But it wasn’t all bad - that night was the first time I had my evening bath in the bathroom, in an inflatable tub.

We went to Wichita for my 9-month checkup and we spent the whole day there. I stayed with Daddy and Grandma while Mommy went to work. We even ate out, by a lake.

Speaking of eating, they tried to introduce me to egg yolk, but it didn’t worked out. I threw up again, 4 times :( I might have an intolerance to egg.

We switched to bathing in the big bathtub (inside a small, inflatable one). I’m still afraid of the water so I won’t sit down, so Daddy has to keep me up throughout. I still move a lot, though. Once I slipped and hit my head on the bath wall and got my first bump. Ouch :(

I started eating yoghurt. I love it.
I started eating yoghurt. I love it.

On July 4th we went to a park in Kansas City and I saw my first fireworks! I didn’t get scared, just curious.

I no longer stay still while changing - I get up and swirl around. Makes changing impossible for one person, and quite challenging even for two. There’s times in the evening when Mommy and Daddy are singing and dancing trying to distract me. It’s not helping much :)

I say “ba ba ba ba ba” all the time

I tried egg for the second time… and threw up again :( Also tried and thrown up: a small piece of salmon, some polenta.

It’s officially impossible for one person to change me (and sometimes feed me). They are taking me straight to the sink in the bathroom to wash me, while I try to either turn the water off or kick Grandma’s toothbrush into the trash (done and done).

Through my godmother - who knows about those things - we found out about a kids’ reading program at our local library, so Daddy took me there one day. I was shy, so he had to hold me the entire time. Besides, if he’d have left me go to the toys I would’ve probably tried to eat them.

The next week I woke up early to go back, but we found it closed for the summer :(

New pastime: throwing out all my toys from the crib. Whatever they leave me, I throw out
New pastime: throwing out all my toys from the crib. Whatever they leave me, I throw out

I started to get scared of various noises around the house. The dishwasher is the worst! This lasted for a couple of weeks and then I went back to ignoring them again.

I managed to jump over the couch edge.

They started teaching me to walk and I love it! I can’t do it by myself, but once they help me, I want to go everywhere!

I like lifting Daddy’s t-shirt when we both relax on the couch. He pulls it down, I lift it up, laughing at his belly. Sometimes I even poke his belly button! :D