Michael hit "more time out of the womb than in" this week. I'm not sure exactly how significant of a milestone that is, but there you have it. I didn't get a picture of him when we hit it exactly, but here is a picture from this morning. I had failed at getting him to go down for a nap and told DH to take him. He put him on the floor in the living room and the sun was shining in the front door on him and he was playing with his shadow. So happy and excited. Tired parenting turned into good times.
You've probably noticed, but I'm terrible at photography. Luckily other people are pretty good at it. So today we visited our photographer and had his 9 month photos taken. We got to take them outside at this in a very pretty park. I can't wait to see them.
At nearly 9 months we finally installed a baby gate at the top of the stairs. I've been worried that some roaming pack of judgmental moms would discover that I didn't have a baby gate up yet and call CPS on me or something. For the record, he's never gotten anywhere near the stairs on his own and we are pretty big into that thing called "parental supervision".
But props to DH. I think he did a good job on the gate. It's hard to tell from the picture but he did a great job matching the board he screwed into to the post. Bliss is protesting. (The cats can fit through the railing on the side but they can't race each other up the stairs anymore.)
And now for the really bad parenting. You all know that I don't let Michael watch TV, but for some reason I'm ok with showing him the Trololo guy on YouTube. Hey, he's my kid, I get to choose how I want to mess him up. I mean, a few minutes of Trololo can't be any worse than Baby Einstein right?