The Dixon Family Blog: March 2013

Did I catch a niner in there? 9 months old today, friends!

9 Months Today!

First and foremost, I say mama! My mommy asked me to make that a priority because she's so proud of me. I still say dada a lot too but whatever makes her feel good. I also throw tantrums and if you tell me "no" I'll shake my head no at you! My mommy calls it attitude. I call it personality :) To each his own.

Helping set up the gate. Baby jail AND a gate?

Me in baby jail. Did you think I was kidding?

I'm not walking yet but I am taking tumbles down the stairs. I'm OK though. My mom cried more than me. What can I say? I was curious, mommy was occupied, and up the stairs I went. She realized where I was and came over to me. I turned around to see her and down I went. Blood gushing and all... the night of the blizzard... and daddy was out of town. She called Grandma in hysterics and thought for sure Grandpa would have to come over on his snowmobile to take me to the ER. Pfff - and she calls me drama? That was a long week for her! I was out of sorts. Cutting two teeth, battling a nasty cold, and just majorly on the move. So much that she put me in baby jail. Mommy - just a side note - I'm all boy... I promise that won't be my first and last tumble ;)

Bubble baths in Grandma's sinkl

Who doesn't smile at meal time?

I had my 9-month check up this morning! I can type that with an exclamation point because there were no shots today. Thank goodness. However, I did leave knowing I have, yet, another double ear infection. Where there's teeth coming in, there's ear infections. That's the name of the game. I'm a wholesome 23 pounds and 30.5" tall. One big, happy, healthy (well, for the most part) boy!

Is there something on my face?

My mommy kept calling me her little leprechan...

St Patty's Day was fun! I tried some corned beef but preferred the chicken wings instead. Yes, there were chicken wings there too?? I'm looking forward to my first Easter! I did see the Easter bunny from a distance but I didn't sit on his lap. I'll save those lap stories for Santa and only Santa. One strange looking character a year for me is good.