E smalls

how do you know you were in high school during the mid 90's? when you take a picture of your son feeding himself and you think he looks like the late, great notorious b.i.g. i am not sure why, but this picture cracks me up, and totally makes me think that he is going to wave his hands in the air like he's a true player.

of course we will not raise him to be a true player, but a gentleman. he will hold doors open for the ladies, say please and thanks, and look people in the eye when he shakes their hand. oh, and he will challenge other dudes to a duel by slapping them in the face with his gloves.

apparently he is shaping up to be a gentleman of considerable size, as we learned today that he is currently in the 75th percentile for length, weight, and head size. he tipped the scales at just a couple ounces under 22 pounds, so he has more than tripled his birth weight by this the ninth month of his life. according to the pediatrician, he should be 6'2", 185 pounds when he is full grown, but we will give that one some time.


the teeth count is now up to at least two, and infant motrin has been a life saver here at the montgomery house. if you look hard in the above picture you can see two chompers on the bottom row. i know he has yogurt coming out of his nose and a filthy bib on, but it is the best teeth picture we got. while he is generally his happy self, he gets a little fussy at times, but night seems to be the worst. annie sits upstairs with him as i type, soothing him back to sleep.

his mobility is increasing all the time, by far the most entertaining part of this process is when he is on his hands and toes with his butt in the air, looking like he is assuming downward dog position. he can scoot pretty well, but he takes his sweet time getting there, dragging one leg underneath him like an anchor, often sitting back up just to look around.

he continues to charm people wherever he goes: grocery store, doctor's office, panera, etc. he is learning to wave goodbye, my new nickname for him is "stinky pete" cause of his stinky man farts, and he is so full of life and joy that sometimes i can't help but revel in how fun he is. now if i could just get him to call me big poppa.