I don’t remember who told me that everything starts to happen at 9 months, but they were so right. I try to remember all the new things she does each day, but I always forget things.
She climbed her first stairs yesterday. Thankfully, we only have two. She also continually uses everything as a means to stand up.
The bag was sliding out from under her hands, but at one point, she managed to use it to stand straight up. And then, of course, fell on her bottom. All day long, it’s stand, let go, plop.
She is trying to walk along side things, and she knows she has to pick up her feet and put them back down, but it’s still random if she moves right to left, even when she is desperately reaching for a toy to her right, her steps randomly take her both left and right.
Then there are all the sounds she is trying to imitate, like her toy elephant or the song daddy always sings, and the duck face she makes when daddy says duck.
I always thought babies got fun at a year and a half. Apparently, nine months is pretty fantastic as well.