little husky

And at our 9 month check-up, we have the following measurements:

Height: 28.25"=50%

Weight:19.75 lbs= 25-50%

Head:44.5 cm=25-50%

50th percentile??? And 25-50th percentile???

Um, are you kidding me?

And those measurements on Twain are accurate. I even looked up other growth charts to double check his percentiles.

Our pediatrician took one look at Twain's chunky body and then back at the charts.

"He is a husky", she declared! All fluff and fur.

In Twain's defense, he is squishy and snugly as can be.

He loves to stand. He can stand by himself for a few seconds by himself.

Please have mercy on our mock cloth diaper--I used a burpee with safety pins...olden day style. Seriously I had no idea what to do when he actually wet the thing! I cannot even fathom the laundry that took place back in the day.

His feet are simultaneously amusing and befuddling. Where did those rolls around his ankles come from? I have never seen such a sight.

And all I have to do is take one look at these feet and I can't help but smile. They instantly cheer me up.

In fact, I spend ridiculous amounts of time each day staring at them.

Or staring at his shining little face with his two very proud bottom teeth.

As for me, 9 months into this crazy ball game...

Honestly, things didn't start getting hectic until cold and flu season hit full force. The last few weeks my kids have been sharing germs galore and I literally felt like I was running a local infirmary with all of their antibiotics, motrin and barf buckets. Nurse Davi even had to keep a medicine log, lest she mix up their drugs.

And once Twain became very mobile, I really started to feel the full effect of having 4 kiddos. Before, it was kind of similar to having 3 kids.

Now I spend most of Twain's waking hours chasing him around corners.

Making sure he does not fall into the toilet. No matter how many times I remind them, the boys always forget to close the lid of the toilet and the bathroom door.

And Twain is putting every little thing into his mouth. My house is full of hazards, due to food, papers and legos that 3 other little boys leave lying around.

And if he's not eating crumbs off the floor, Twain is pulling out my carpet, bit by bit, and shoving it into his mouth. I have to keep my eye on him at all times.

Most days I feel like a tightrope walker. I scarcely get anything done anymore!

All productivity has seemingly come to a screeching halt. Please forgive me in the days to come if I am not my "usual" self. I feel sort of guilty for not being able to do as many things...but I am trying very hard to just let certain things go.

Don't be fooled by this serious look.

This is one crazy, wild child who has given me a run for my money!

And as much as I would like to freeze time and stand still...

...I am fully embracing the eager, bouncy little person that Twain has become.

And fully enjoying the fact that he can interact and make us all laugh and smile.