I don't much like this picture of Zeb (I'm not sure why I posted it originally), but it's about the only nine month picture I have of him that was easily
recreateable (not a real word, I know).
rugrat #1
rugrat #2

Ike had his nine month check up yesterday and passed with flying colors. The kid is twenty pounds exactly. I don't remember
zeb's measurements- but I do know he was in the fiftieth percentile- same as Ike.
Ike is moving around MUCH better than Zeb ever did. He's also A LOT easier. Zeb was so wiggly and squirmy and full of craziness. Last night we went out to dinner with friends and Ike just watched people from his
carseat (and slept) for two full hours. Zeb would have been EVERYWHERE- and at nine months he NEVER would have slept in an
environment that full of people and noise. Zeb at his current age is impossible at a restaurant! Which is why we left him at a friend's house.
Ike is calm and pleasant. He says "dad" but doesn't really even attempt many other sounds. As soon as he hears the front door open in the evenings he heads straight for it to look for Kent and then follows him around until Kent picks him up.
He loves to play steam roller around the front room with Zeb. I can't believe he doesn't scream and cry when Zeb rolls him and rams him against the furniture.
Ike is mellow and easy and perfect. I still forget about him sometimes. When he got his shot at the doctor yesterday- he didn't cry. Seriously. I know people say that and they are probably lying- but it's true with Ike. He didn't even care.
The only complaint I have about this kid is that he likes to be rocked to sleep. We don't have to do it- but it just makes the whole thing super fast and easy so we usually do. He's spoiled.