That is right, G is 9 months old. I am astounded at the differences in N and G. N is such a different child than G. At 9 months She was sharing food with mommy. Meaning that she would feed me, With G, I get no such thing. That is his food and if I even try to eat one of his cheerios... well all I am going to get a shrill scream out of him. I just think it is funny.
I already know we are going to have another child. No I am not pregnant but I am starting to go crazy for another baby. I can stave off the craze for a bit longer (say 6 more months) but after that I know I will be going baby crazy again.
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