Dutch Tanner, 9 months

Dear Dutch, 

You are 9 months old and I felt like I should write you a letter.  You, my son, are a dear sweet little boy.  You are very active and very happy.  

As of right now, you love two things in this mortal existence.  1.  Your mom and everything that that entails.  and 2. your sippy cup or bottle of water.  With either of those two things in your grasp, you are a happy boy.  

You like your sister, particularly when she shares her water bottle with you and when she leads you into dangerous situations which you know will get mom's goat.  You recognize and acknowledge your daddy.  Dad is almost always good for a laugh, and sometimes great to cuddle with when mom is otherwise occupied.  

You hate being put to bed.  I can't think of a time past 1 month of age when you were laid down to bed, still awake, that you did not protest.  You have also given me very few full nights of sleep.  But I love you anyway and I do secretly treasure our 3am breastfeeding and cuddle fest.  

You have two bottom teeth, which has contributed to making you have a very very soggy neckline.  

You crawl like a champ, you're going on your third month on those hands and knees of yours.  You have also (almost) mastered a bear crawl when out on unfriendly ground (grass and concrete).  You love cruising and you are going to be a toddler any minute now.    Too soon my son, too soon.

We call you Dutchy-boy most of the time.  You like it.  You're also our little Dutcharoo, you love to jump jump jump.

We love you and we are so glad you joined our family.