Hannah's Memoir : 9 Months

Hey, everybody! It's Squeaker again and I'm going to give you the run down on my life these days. So much has changed since I last filled you in {HERE}. I'm no longer a baby. . . or so I say.

Mom has her doubts because I still refuse to roll over. I hate tummy time and I make sure that mom and dad hate it, too, by screaming bloody murder. I often get away without having to be on my belly the entire day as a result! Woohoo! The only problem with that is that I'm practically a teenager and I can't roll, crawl, scoot, or otherwise move. At all. My doctor isn't too worried yet, though, so I've tried to get mom and dad to chill out.

UPDATE: I was deeply embarrassed that my mom told the entire world that I can't roll over yesterday, so I had to set the record straight. Last night, my papa spent at least 30 minutes sitting on the ground with me, teaching me some tricks. Each time I would roll over, he would clap his hands and throw me up in the air and catch me. I had so much fun, I just wanted to keep trying and trying forever!

I'm still no professional, but this is how I practiced today {September 7}:



Okay, so maybe I did cheat. But at least I still got what I was going for! :)
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I used to hate standing, too, and would refuse to even try. When they forced me, I would usually ended up like this:

But after a little practice and elbow grease, I'm basically an old pro:

{I was more than a little worried that they were going to leave me there to die}

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I've graduated to sitting in the shopping cart without my car seat, which pleases just about everyone. Here is a shot from my very first time:

{I make those diced tomatoes look good!}

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Now, some of you may be wondering what that is on my cheek in that picture. Well, let's just keep it short and say that due to dad's love of rough-and-tumble playing and mom's knack for "cursing things" {that's what papa says, anyway}, Zoe fell on my face.



It definitely scared me more than it hurt, but I still have a bit of a scar there! So much for my modeling days, guys. Thanks a bunch! Geez. 

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Some things I love-- 

helping mom with the laundry:

Going fishing:

Cat naps:

{I love sleeping at night and will usually sleep 13 hours, but I only sleep about 20-25 minutes at a time during the day. Mom doesn't complain, though.} 

Getting tickled:

{Yeah, I know I'm blurry. Mom said something like, "Stop moving so much!" but I was too busy being tickled}

See what I mean?!

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And, of course, bath time:

 

When I'm fresh out of the tub and wrapped in my favorite purple towel, I love to look in the mirror and laugh. It's mom's favorite part about bath time. Her least favorite is when I clamp down on the washrag with a death grip and refuse to let go until she pries my fingers off. Then I hurry and grab hold again. I'm quick when I want to be! :)
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I've been doing a lot better being around 'strange' people without freaking out, but I still like to keep mom in my line of sight at all times. Things get hairy really quick when she tries to leave me.

I often get compliments wherever I go; most of them about my crazy curly, blonde hair. I just smile and blow slobber bubbles to say thank you.

I still only have two teeth, but that's okay with me! I still manage to eat just about everything I want. My favorite snack is Banana Puffs. MmmMmmMmm! Yummy! I can't get enough!  Mom calls me a billy goat because I like everything-- jalapenos, hot sauce, olives, bread, string cheese, pepperoni, etc; as well as every single kind of baby food I've tried to date. Keep it comin'!  

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Being 9 months old is awfully fun, but everyone keeps saying that it only gets better. Maybe when I can crawl or walk I can finally get a hold of Zoe and her toy. . . Now THAT will be fun!