Starting to walk...

I was drawing my tattoo out this weekend (pictures further down) and I looked up and The Dude was cruising along next to couch using his sit n stand toy on wheels. It blew my mind. I immediately made him do it again and caught him on video. Now, he can't get enough of it. He's already a lightening fast crawler and this leap to assisted walking is awesome. I'm pretty stoked. But it's so weird to see my little peanut walking around. It's like, wait, dude. You can't even sit up on your own, how can you walk? Then I remember that he's almost 10 months old, not my little 10 week old bean anymore. Sad. But awesome. His 1st birthday will be here before I know it.

The second time he ever walked with it. Out of nowhere. Just stood up and went for it.

I love his little humping move to try to get it to go. Cutest thing I've ever seen.

My newest addition on my left forearm. The skull design was my idea. He cleaned up my drawing and made it better, but I heard him tell his girlfriend it was "pretty good." I was proud. Little things, dears. That's what keeps you happy.

The 9th Month Approaches...

On Friday, my sweet baby boy, The Dude, will be 9 months old. He's already passed the mark of being out longer than he was in my belly. But the 9 month mark means that 3/4 of his first year of life have already passed. I think the time this first year goes so fast because the changes happen so fast. It's amazing seeing the small accomplishments and thinking back over the last nine months. He went from being a bean who couldn't move on his own and only ate, slept and occasionally pooped (seriously, the kid never pooped.) Now he's a little boy, who can baby, inchworm, pull himself up, clap, wave, high 5, laugh, stand assisted. The kid is a wiggleworm of epic proportions now. The only way to get him to sit still is to feed him. Methinks I might have a fat baby soon!

Speaking of the wiggleworm, his pension for exploring is quite tiresome, so last night I created a baby fort. I proclaimed it as the best idea I've ever had. John replied with "it's up there, but not the best. you've had some good ideas." I've trained him well.













It was great, because The Dude got to crawl around safely and play with his toys, and I wasn't constantly freaking out. I got to sit, read magazines and watch TV. Fantastic night.

I also started my Halloween crafting. I want to do it big this year! I'm so making a wreath (how badass of me.)

Both a Halloween and Lady Gaga reference. Love.

We've had a weekend of eating out. Not great for our bodies, but a lot of fun. Saturday I went to Aspen Creek with my mom so she could see The Dude and I could fill my belly before my tattoo appointment. We got a special treat at Aspen Creek...

POOP FACE!!!

Then I got to get my tattoo that commemorated my love of pinups and my 2 girls, and pits in general. John got Jude's footprint (from his birth certificate) underneath our wedding tattoo. I'll take a picture later. I love how mine turned out.

In the last update of The Dude, he is now saying Dada. However, it's never directed to John. It's just his new random monosyllabic noise coming out of his mouth. He'll eventually get it. And I'll definitely take dadadadada over uh uh uh uh uh. And nanananana. That sounds too much like "no." And he's too young to tell me "no!"

The rest of the weekend: