Nine Months

 Hyrum is nine months old today! How did that even happen? I still feel like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital. Time is going way too fast! He has gotten so big and recently started exploring the house. He loves my cupboards and anything that opens and closes. He still doesn't sit up, stand up, or roll much in his crib, but just lays there until someone comes to get him. He's quite easy going, unless it involves his red car.

Camilla is so great with her baby brother for the most part and they now enjoy giggling and playing together more. Bedtime snuggles in her bed have become a regular nightly routine. He copies her every move and out of all of us she can get him laughing the hardest, especially when we're in the car going somewhere. 

 I love how easy he is to put to sleep at night. He'll cuddle in to my shoulder as I place his fuzzy favorite blanket over him. We cuddle and rock together for a few minutes and soon his head sinks into my shoulder. I kiss his head, whisper I love you and cuddle him into his crib where he falls asleep on his own.

Naps are a little bit trickier and he will usually try to fight them. I wrap him in his fuzzy blanket and draw on his face with my fingers. Usually as I rub his ears his eyes get heavy and start to close. His favorite lullabies are either I am a Child of God or Hourglass. I sing until his breathing gets heavy and then he goes up to his crib.

One of my very most favorite things about him is the way he scrunches up his nose, breathing in and out super fast, almost snorting, with the most giant grin on his face. He'll do it to make you smile or get a giggle. It's the cutest little face in the world, and no picture I take of it does it justice.

In these last nine months I have developed a great love for my smiley little boy and his sweet little spirit. He loves cuddles, books, people and music. Some days he is so cute that I just want to eat his chubby cheeks when I kiss his face. He is silly and goofy and everything I imagined a little boy to be. I will be sad when he is too big to fit his little booties, or to fit in my arms for nighttime cuddles. He brings so much joy and laughter to our little family.