Yesterday, Nora hit 9 months of age. It’s crazy to think that she’s now been outside of the womb longer than she was in, and even crazier to think her first birthday is just a blink of the eyes away.
Here are the stats:
Weight: 18 lbs 12 oz (50th percentile)
Height: 28.75 inches (80th percentile)
So she’s growing like a weed and has filled out nicely for a baby.
The fun has begun
Nora’s amazingly cute (I’m objective, I know), and she’s so incredibly active and interested in… well… everything. She’s not crawling yet (so close though) but she seems to be in everything already.
She’s interactive. She laughs. She’s able to pick up things, hand them back to you, and she actually plays with toys. It’s been an absolute trip.
Becoming a chatty little girl
My wife likes to say that Nora is no longer a baby, but rather is a little girl. And it’s true. She’s weaned herself off breast milk and loves solid food. She has two little teeth and enjoys graham crackers–like her dad (well, the graham crackers part).
She’s also said “Dada” and “Mama.” But my wife and I are arguing about who “won.” Why? Because Nora’s been saying “Dada” for a month now, but we’re not sure she’s made the connection. Nora started saying “Mama” a week ago, and my wife thinks she’s made the connection. I’m not buying it.
The bottom line: Nora is definitely a talker. Sometimes it’s hard to get a word in edgewise.
It’s amazing how fast babies learn. And this thought occurred to me: Can you imagine what humankind would be capable of if we could maintain the exponential learning curves of babies into our adult years? I mean, seriously. Wow. It’s crazy to think of how awesome humans would be if we didn’t plateau in… say… high school.
I guess puberty slows us down, eh?
But seriously, raising a baby makes you think about everything at face value and with the same wonder. That kind of perspective can be refreshing, but will it ever truly sink in with me? I don’t know.
How would you incorporate child-like wonder into your life?