Today, Anderson is nine months old. Nine. He's been out of the belly as long as he was in the belly. And he's turning into such a kid. Funny. Busy. Loving. Strong willed. Independent.
I must say, these monthly photo shoots are getting less and less fun as the months go by. For me and for him. He acts as if he's being tortured, I wonder why I didn't have a drink before we started. I'm seriously afraid that by his final photo at 12 months, Mister will be tied down with ropes and duct tape. The shot above is the only one (of 45) where he's sitting and smiling. Most the others looked a lot like this one:
or this one:
Happy 9 months, Mister CrazyPants!