Nine months is a special milestone.
When a baby reaches it, I can't help but marvel that approximately the same amount of time has passed that the baby spent in the womb. In one span of nine months, she grows from just a couple of cells into a ready-to-meet-the-world 8-pound baby; and in the next nine months, she grows from that into this! :)
So, who is this nine-month-old sweet bundle of joy?
She is on the verge of sitting up on her own, but I don't believe she's accomplished it yet. If I set her down in a sitting position, she does well with it; and if, after a while, she starts to lose her balance, she knows how to very gracefully fall so that she doesn't get hurt. I should mention that I almost always set her down with her back against the couch or something like that, so that she can't suddenly lurch backwards and have a hard fall. If she does topple over, it's a slow-motion descent to one side or the other.
standing in the farm toy. If someone--especially one or more of the boys--are close by, that's even better. :)
One activity she no longer does is spend time in her swing. As a matter of fact, we took the swing out of the living room in the early part of December so we could put our Christmas tree in that spot. For a little while after that, the swing was in our upstairs hallway, and Moriah still spent some time in it; but really it was in the way. And besides, Moriah was big enough to enjoy other activities and didn't need the swing, so into my parents' basement it went. Would you call me silly if I said I was a little sad about that? ;-)
Moriah is still toothless. (I can't type that without thinking of the dragon from the movie How to Train Your Dragon.) ;-) Every so often, I feel her gums to see if maybe I've missed something and a tooth has begun to poke through, but no, nothing yet. I've had a child (Shav) get teeth as early as 4 months and another child (David) get them as late as 13 and a half months, so I'm not worried at all about Moriah. She'll get them when she gets them. :)
my earlier concern about her lack of weight gain. I sure am glad I didn't worry about it back then! ;-)
wind chimes, and I let her touch them and make them sound. Often she reaches out tentatively and looks at me while she reaches, as if to ask, "Are you sure it's OK for me to do this?" :) Then when she brushes against them and the sound rings out, her eyes light up with sweet, beautiful joy. It is a precious time.