Little Man is TRYING but he’s not getting anywhere yet.  He crawls backwards quite well, actually.  On his hands and knees, belly off the floor, but try as he may he isn’t getting where he wants to go.  Because of that, he’s been quite frustrated and he expresses that with sounds of anger. My happy baby is pissed off because his body isn’t doing what he wants. I hope he gets there soon, though if he does we’re in trouble because our apartment is poorly babyproofed. Dude and I need to get our acts together.

He is also trying to pull up.  He does this on the crib slats and on my legs. He somewhat lifts himself up but not quite.  It’s amazing how fast the changes come.  A few weeks ago he wasn’t even trying to crawl and then—BAM—it’s like something clicked and he knew what to try. Before I know it, he’ll be a year old and walking and talking!

As for talking, he’s still only babbling. But his babbles are recognizable.  He’ll say dada and mama and baba. He also enjoys saying rara and blah and la.   I don’t think he’ll be speaking as early as I was (9 months) but he seems quite verbal.  Little Man will be 9 months old next week.  He still only has two teeth and while he’s definitely teething, nothing is breaking through.

Big changes are coming.  I just know it.