Happy (Almost) 9 Months!

Dearest Chunko,
You are insane... I have never seen a baby with an agenda as long as yours and with so much destruction to cause. You are so lucky I love following in your path, Hurricane Chunko!

You have so many new things I can't even begin to keep track of it all, but here's a small sample:

I tried to teach you sign language.... FAIL.

I showed you "please" and you took that to mean "Smack Moo in the chest if you want something and you're not getting it fast enough"

You also thought "Thank you" was "Smack Moo in the face... just for fun"

You've grasped "more"... kind of. You clap your hands if you want more. Which isn't always food. If you want more TV remote time, you clap. If you want to wrestle longer, you clap. If you want to play in the bath longer, you clap. If you want to watch "Glee" longer, you clap...

You think you can type on the computer. As I sit at the desk trying to finish my course tests, your little hand snakes up and starts stretching to type on the keys. So now my Facebook status updates look like
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You are a total Choco-Head. You need to go sign up for CHA (Choco-Head Anonymous). You will eat chocolate until you vomit and then eat more. You will fight, scratch and scream if you even think someone has chocolate and is not sharing. You look for scraps of chocolate and I'm sure that if we let you, you would eat the wrappers that these delicious treats come in.

If you are busy playing and ignoring us calling your name, we'll call out "Chocolate" and you will come running. Like mad dash, screeching and hollering, racing through the house, running.

You have discovered the new joy of opening cabinets, drawers and the holiest of them all... The Fridge. You've learned that behind these doors, are all sorts of things that you are forbidden from... which makes them so much more fun! You'll snatch a bowl and take off with it.

*giggle*

*clomp*

*scritch*

*clomp*

*squeal*

Love it! Madly in love with it! Except when you think that the beer bottles at the bottom of the fridge are the thing you MUST have. Not enjoying that as much.

But you opening the little cabinet and smooshing your face on the glass to make pig noses... Love that. The cabinet is still empty since you think you are the hulk reincarnate and shake it and try to knock it over... Thanks for that...

Speaking of the Hulk... You move furniture around (old trick, new reason) because you've realized how easy it is to climb on the couch (or reach the remote) if you are standing on something. You think you deserve to travel up and down the stairs as you wish. But you haven't quite realized that you can't. You got to play on the steps at the theater last night and that was the light of your life (until we shared a nutty bar after dinner).

You are determined to chew on our cable remote and will do whatever it takes to taste its sweet colors if only for another second. You now know that chewing on the DVD remote makes the TV do funny things and makes Moo and Daddy very angry... Which makes it so much more fun. You know which end to chew on to get it to do the most and watches for it to respond to your teethy commands.

PS, how did you find the Jewish Channel?!?!?!? We didn't even know there was one!

You do not like other people taking baths without you. The bathtub is yours and while you don't mind sharing, you must be allowed in. I tried to take a nice peaceful bath after a very long day and even let you tickle your fingers in the water. You seemed satisfied with that for all of two minutes... Then you tried dipping your binky in the water. We thought that was gross, so we took it from you. Then you decided to try to sneak socks into the water. When the three socks you stole were taken away, you threw a fit and grabbed a pair of underwear. You dragged them to the tub, evil grinned at me, and threw them in. As I scrambled to find the dirty panties in my now ruined bath, you were off to grab another pair to bombard me with. I don't know what your goal was, but it ended with me getting out and you not getting bath time... Meanie

You are a tattletale. I never thought a kid who can't even speak could tattle but you somehow manage it.

Here is how you do it:

1. If you feel slighted or offended, run to Moo or Daddy

2. Stand up and grab their pants leg

3. Scream as if you're hurt and shake them for attention

4. When you have their attention, glare at the offender

5. Make sure Moo/ Daddy know who you are glaring at

6. Cry again to make sure they know you are upset

7.Glare one last time

You have now officially tattled

You hate wearing socks, your new shoes and eating marinara sauce. You love Alfredo (especially at Olive Garden) just like Moo does and you love pasta... But not red sauces. That's ok, you'll grow into that when you're older.

You have a temper and a mean streak. If you're mad, or if we are torturing you with kisses you will pinch or pull hair. You even know to sneak your little arms around my neck and pull the baby hair back there to give it an extra kick... Have I said you're a meanie, yet?

My all-time favorite thing that you are doing now is..... WALKING!!!!!!!!!

You are a on the go superstar!!!!!!!!

You've been walking for about two weeks now and you are now an expert on the whole gig now.

It is so weird to see you stand up without any help and walk around. You don't fall after a step or two and you have even conquered standing while picking up objects and staying up! You rarely crawl unless you feel like you need to be somewhere fast and you're not getting there fast enough by walking. We bought you shoes so we could walk around outside but you hate the shoes and feel they are too heavy to walk in. Maybe they are, but that's the only way you're going out the front door, dirty foot.

I am just fascinated but watching you and it freaks me out every time you walk across the house or just around the living room... You are truly amazing!

Happy (almost) 9 months cuddle bug!!!!!!!!