Sleeping with Apple the Elephant at the moment I became a nine month old girl.

Vital statistics: According to my mother I’m “getting too big”, “growing like a weed” and “not her teeny tiny little munchkin baby anymore”. I think that means I’m around 16 el bees. Our baby scale isn’t in the same state as us so I can’t say for sure. I’m getting very tall. Six month pants fit me just fine around the waist but in length they’re capris. I’ll be taller than Mom by the time I’m 3.

What’s on the menu: How do I love food? Let me count the ways. It’s all wonderful. Spaghetti, pancakes, bread, strawberries, apples, potatoes (my fav), crackers. More bread. Butternut squash doesn’t float my boat.

Biggest dislikes: Having my face washed after meals. It’s so rude the way people come at my face with a wet towel.

Favorite toys: The foam Grammy put around the marble coffee table to protect my head, Memere’s singing/dancing snowmen, anything with a snowman on it, and the musical Minnie Mouse car I got for Christmas. I recently found trash cans and I l-o-v-e them. I still love walks around the neighborhood and anytime we go outside.

Milestones in my young life this month:
* Christmas. Obviously.
* I met my best friend Kezia.
* I can say dada, yay, hi and bye. I can say mama but I seldom feel like it. I waved at Dad when he came home from work and said, “Hi, dada!”
* I give kisses.
* I traveled in the car for over 20 hours.
* I can scoot-crawl. 
* I met my cousin Kate. 
* I dumped out a pot of dirt and was really proud of myself.
* I pulled myself up to standing using the coffee table. Mom said never to do that again. Then she cried.