My little bruiser is 9 months old today and a destructive force of nature. Little Hurricane Henry. As soon as he’s old enough, I’m going to have to sign him up for toddler gymnastics or something to spent all that energy. He just keeps going and going and going. He now climbs everything and will shimmy across the table or the baby gate that he’s supporting himself on, all while laughing devilishly. He’s also been attempting to stand on his own. He’ll pull himself up on the gate and then let one hand go and tentatively let the second hand go for a few seconds. He’ll then wobble, shriek like it’s the most exhilarating experience in the world and then grab the gate again and slowly bring his bum to the ground. He’s such a goof but a loveable one.
As always… Before