Jude turned 9 months this week. You know what that means! Time to plan a birthday party ... haha, just kidding, I've already started that oh, over a year ago when I realized he was due near Pennsylvania's opening day of trout season. *hint, hint*
What it means is that he has officially been out of the womb as long as he's been in it! I know first birthdays are significant and I'm all about celebrating the day I gave birth to each of my boys. But I don't want to forget that space of time before they arrived. Because long before I carried them in my arms, I carried them in my heart... and in my belly!
And just has there were some major changes during the first 9 months he was a part of our lives, there's been some big changes in the past 9 months as well. It seems like Jude has grown up so much recently. His personality is really starting to come through, and to be honest, it's making me a bit nervous.
First of all, he's very curious. He wants to see and touch everything. For instance, he's really into faces. And the kid's got nails, despite the fact that I try to keep them trim. The other day he put a gash above my lip and actually drew blood. So now, in addition to not having the time to fix my hair or put on make-up, I also have red scratch marks all over my face.
Jude's a squirmy guy, couple that with his immense need to not miss a thing, and he's tough to keep a hold on. He's always leaning around my shoulder, turning right and left, glancing front and back and reaching for anything that passes by. His need-to-know policy has caused him to nearly be dropped on more than one occasion and has made diaper changes an immense challenge.