Littlest Muse turned nine months today.
While we ate dinner, we looked at the clock and reminisced about what we were doing at that time nine months previously. At 6:10, they had just broken by water. (Fifty-five minutes later, at 7:05 p.m., Littlest Muse would make his appearance.)
These pictures were taken with the quilt half-covering the sofa and half on the floor, in the sitting room; the part of the house that gets the best light.
I can’t put him on the floor without The Cat showing up almost immediately.
He actually was really not happy with having his pictures done, today.
I tried to tell him it was because he was nine months old, but I am not sure he believed me.
Secretly I am glad he doesn’t like to have his picture taken, sometimes. It is a good excuse to practice.
Mr. Drool. That tooth is almost here.
What worked for us? Peek-a-boo under blankets; singing songs; some toys.
The Cat didn’t really help too much.
Here’s to the next nine months.
Pam Krans says
Almost couldn’t access our beautiful pics. My computer doesn’t always like me and I don’t like it. Mr. Drool is bringing our first tooth? He is rather toothless for this age. I love the peek-a-boo series. He knows how to get mom’s attention.