9 months

Noah is 9 months now. Three more months and he is 1. I don't even want to think about. I am a little emotional with every milestone he does because it's the last time I will have a baby crawl for the first time, or get in the tupperware cupboard one last time. For every thing that is a first for him, is a last for me. Makes me a little sad.

Noah has become quite vocal. Especially when it comes to his food. This kid is a bottomless pit.
Noah:
-weighs 22 lbs
-loves to clap
-is learning how to wave
-loves giving open mouth kisses
-is getting 4 more teeth in(total of 12)
-is happy(when he isn't teething)
-loves to wrestle with dad
-isn't scared of Parker anymore
-is still a mommy's boy
-is into everything(toilet, toilet paper, taking anybodys clothes out of the drawer)
-is the sweetest little baby ever

This kid is so big that even Luke's arms get tired after a couple minutes.

Noah emptied out all of my tupperware, got inside, and closed the door. I couldn't find him and then I heard giggling. This kid is crazy. Of course after the older kids saw him they had to do it too.