Today I am 9 months old. Mom says that’s just three months away from a whole year. I think a month is like when you go some place new. If that is not what a month is, then I’m not sure. Maybe when you go enough places then you get a whole year, which is like a new hole in your ear. I think mom has a couple of those.
I can do some good stuff now. I can pull up on things so I’m standing and I’m also getting good at making people do what I want. If I want to make people smile I can, and if I want to make them come get me, I know how. I can even make them look down or dance or clap, whenever I feel like it. When I wave my arm at people they smile. When I want them to say boo, then I put a thing on my head and take it off again.
I am learning more tricks all the time. I just have to figure out how to get up those stairs and I can pretty much get anywhere I want to go.