9 Months
Height: 29" (68th percentile)
Weight: 18.5lbs (15th percentile)
Head Size: 17.5" (22nd percentile)
It's a little bit sad that Cannon is already 10 months old and I"m just now getting around to writing his 9 month blog post. Can I get a "boo hoo?" :( I just really need to face the fact that I am not cut out to be a blogger...no consistency. But regardless if anyone else actually reads this I like having the photo journal. My little baby is quickly growing into a little boy....right before my eyes. So here are the highlights from month 9. (Make sure you read the separate Christmas post).
Have I mentioned that Cannon snores? Uh...Yeah, snores!!! He gets it from his Dad. :) It's like an all-night lumber yard in our house! Poor Mom can't escape the snores in either bedroom and I've had to resort to using earplugs again. I must say though, that Cannon's snores are really quite adorable. So cute in fact that while we were in Washington for Christmas, Pappy made an audio recording of them on his phone.
Cannon is just all-together not shy about letting us know what he wants. He is a very vocal baby and laughs, squeals, grunts and even sings. When he is stuck or feels frustrated he lets out quite the squeal! When he wakes up during the night C will cry out with loud, deep shouts. It's not really a cry, more like an annoyed squawk. It's like he's yelling out "Hey Mom!!! I need you, like, NOW!!"
What's even more funny is that he has figured out how to pull down the crib bumper so he can peek out and see when his bedroom door opens. As soon as I come in the room his squawk turns into a sad, pathetic cry,...."Oh Mom, you have no idea how sad and miserable I am. I need you to pick me up before I waste away!" He's pretty much perfected the turned down, super sad, pouty-face that he knows melts my heart.
And here's the handsome lil' devil posing for pictures. He KNOWS he's cute. :)
Okay, so Cannon has become more mobile and has branched out from just rolling across the floor. In a short time C has gone from rolling, to army crawling, to wanting to be up and moving on things like his little car. He's even cruising the furniture already. He's still trying to figure out the art of dismounting though. I know it's so sad, but I couldn't resist snapping this picture when Cannon tried to get off his car and got stuck in the splits.
In the morning, while Anthony and I get ready for work/school Cannon hangs out in the hallway at the top of the stairs. By the time we finally leave the ocean of toys and books that C has pulled off the shelf look like some kind of natural disaster. Probably not the safest thing to have at the top of the stairs, but at least he's entertained.
Like most children, Cannon gives a lot of attention playing with toys that aren't actually toys. One of his favorites are hangers. Anytime I do laundry Cannon likes to sit on the bed and surround himself in a pile of hangers, usually swinging one around like a sword. It usually ends with him getting tangled up or stuck somehow and squealing the signal to me that he's done. Here he is helping me swap out clothing sizes in his closet.
For Christmas, Oma sent Cannon this ginormous Superman action figure. I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be creeped out by it. Ha ha! Cannon still isn't so sure about it and doesn't know what to do with is, so Superman hangs out in Cannon's swing in his bedroom. He is kind enough to hold bedtime storybooks for us. Is this bizarrely funny or what? I love it! :)
