3/4 of a year

The last 9 months have gone by faster than I could have imagined. Our 24 pound (not so) little guy resembles a toddler more so than a baby. He's crawling all over, pulling himself up on things and eating more than probably all of us.  Well, not quite but he would if we let him!

He loves Lill's toys, cords, shoes and the bright colors of the TV. He's also a huge fan of the wagon, which we learned after trick-or-treating. He's taken to two solid 1.5 hour naps at 9am and 1pm and is so interested in the world around him that it's nearly impossible to get him to finish an entire bottle. Corey has somehow mastered the skill of getting him to finish it in one sitting but the rest of us find ourselves getting creative to get the formula down in a reasonable time frame. (I swear he's just being stubborn and holding out for the good/"real" stuff). He hates it when his food or a toy he has proudly acquired gets taken away, when water is poured on his head or when he's gassy/needs to burp. 

Did I mention he likes food?

What? You've never seen a 9 month old dominate a BBQ rib before?