Duh.

Yep.  That happened.  And she wore it for awhile.  Really nonchalant about it, too.

75% of a Year...

Bryan keeps giving me a hard time because I'm always calculating things about Izzie...the percentage of time she has left living in our house, the percentage of a year that she has been in existence, etc...  My love of math and my desperate hold on my daughter's babyhood are a nasty combination.  Many times I will bring myself to tears with my calculations.  Bryan will come home to find me on our bed, forcing my very un-cuddly daughter snuggle with me.  "Did you know we have lost x% of her time living at home with us?", I sob as I force yet another hug from the squirming mass that has no interest.  Bryan just rolls his eyes and says, "Thank goodness you have me, Izzie, or your mother would never let you grow up."

BUT, these are some stats that I can't be called crazy for having because they were given to us by a medical professional!  Izzie had her 9 month appointment yesterday.  She was 29 1/4 inches long (94th percentile) and 21 lbs, 7 oz (88th percentile).  This chick is a beast. 

As a fresh 9 month old, she is rocking 12-18 month clothing no problem.  Those 12 month clothes that I bought when I was pregnant, just sure the size had to be wrong because there was no way my baby would fit into that at a year old?  Well, I was right...because she is nearly busting out of them at 9 months.  The 18 month shirt I bought for under her Halloween costume so she could wear it all winter?  Probably will last thru November if we're lucky.  Ah.  I love my deliciously healthy baby, don't get me wrong.  I just wish they didn't have to put an age on the clothes.  It's making me feel like I'm losing my baby too soon.  Can we just give the size a letter?  She could be size K, or even Q for that matter, just don't tell me she's the size of someone twice her age!  (Also, an interesting side note:  While her weight and height are clearly proportional, she has itty bitty feet.  Her 6-9 month shoes are too big for her.  Let's hope that evens out so we don't end up with a 6ft daughter in size 4 shoes.)

Facts about 9 month olds:

9 months olds have hair that is long enough to curl at their

neck after a bath and get stuck in the collar of their shirts.

9 month olds pop up everywhere!

9 month olds eat big girl food.  (You can guess the amount

of food that actually gets into her mouth given the

two expectant canines that are ready and waiting.)

9 month olds go to weddings.

Bad news for cousins:  9 month olds fight back!

9 month olds ride in big girl car seats!

No more infant carriers! (Big thanks to the

Harms', Rahn's, and Larson's for the gift!)

 

 

I wish I had a picture of this, but something else 9 month olds do?  Play in their cousin's room with them "by themselves".  Caden is recently really fond of Iz playing in his room with him.  I have to remind him to leave the door open--"But then she get out!" he protests.  I have to remind him that he probably shouldn't try to pick her up--"But she can't go over there!" he argues.  I have to remind him that, although he's really good at making sure she doesn't play with things she's not supposed to play with (small cars, cords, etc.), he does have to let her play with something--which is usually met with him digging in his closet and presenting her with a toy he no longer plays with as if it's such a treat.  But she doesn't care!  And although their play is less than perfect, it is so precious and sweet that he loves her so much and wants to be with her.  And he has his shining moments, like when I was standing outside his door while they played in his room and heard him say, "You wanna play football, Iz?  Okay! (ball slams against the wall)  Go get it, boy!"  He tries.  And we love him for it.

A Very Busy Izzie-Bee

Isabel was a bumblebee for Halloween.  And not one of those precious little fairy versions with the tutu and glitter wings, but a fat, fuzzy bee with a stinger.  I loved the outfit.  She looked hilarious.  Needless to say I took WAY too many photos, but there is something so cute about a bittie in a costume.

We did Boo at the Zoo with her cousins on Tuesday night...

Mommy and her Izzie-Bee

Carter the cowboy, Callie the cowgirl, and

Caden as Jake from "Jake and the Neverland Pirates"

Callie did a great job babysitting!

 

The boys were afraid of Herbie, and Iz seemed unimpressed.



 

A very hungry bumblebee at home.  But which puffs to eat...?

Eh, just cram them all in there!

She really thought she was getting away with something

here.  Little did she know she literally picked my least

favorite book off the shelf.  So, read away Iz!

Her concentrating face

 

She spent Halloween day at Grammy's house in a pumpkin shirt, and then we were off to each of our family's houses for a some trick or treating on Wednesday night.  (It should be said that halfway through our adventure, when our Munchkin was screaming because she was: a. tired, b. hungry, and c. sick of being taken in and out of her car seat, I jokingly yelled at her, "Quiet down!  We're doing this for you!  Now...have fun!"  Because I realized that this was the exact opposite of fun for her as an 8 month old.  Oh, well.  What we do for grandparents and pictures!)

Pumpkin Carving

We did our pumpkin carving with friends at Grammy and Grandpa's house. It was a little chilly, but with some blankets and Grandpa's fire pit we stayed pretty warm.



 

 

A Very Izzie Fall...

We have been enjoying fall immensely around here.  Pumpkins and cool weather and baby jeans...oh my!  We hit up the pumpkin patch with my parents, Emily, Jared, and Caden last week.  It was gorgeous weather and we had a lovely time.  This little Izzlette is clearly made for fall.

She had a slow start after her micro-nap

on the way there, but she made up for it.

The castle had a fun little slide...

 

And a not so fun big slide.

Daddy!  Would you give it a rest with

the big slides!  I'm 8 months old!

Don't we look like pumpkin farmers?

She might need to wait a year or two for this...

Her Grammy and Gramps love her!

Again...weird shoe-house not amusing to a baby...

Cousin Caden feeding goats?  Now

that's something I gotta see!

This is the action that had

her enthralled for awhile.

By the end of the night, she was spent!

So many changes!

!

This little munchkin is so much fun! These past few weeks she has changed so much--every day she is doing something new and exciting.  Everything goes in her mouth (including the baby pumpkin in the picture above), so we are taking advantage of that by trying some new foods with her. 

The crawling has only continued to improve.  Like all babies, Isabel has turned into a master of places she shouldn't be.  But she is so darn cute it is hard to be annoyed!

Last weekend Izzie started clapping.  It is so precious to see those chubby little hands working so hard.  She now claps for everything.  When you get her up from her nap, when you're playing with her, when you sing... She is very non-discriminating about her clapping.  She even goes so far as to clap while crying sometimes, which is quite amusing.

 

On Friday, Bryan went to get her out of her crib and found her standing there waiting for him. She's so adorable the way she stands there with her little armpits hooked over the side to prop her up.  She's getting really good at pulling herself up, and is trying it all over the place. Delicious Munchie. We'll keep her.

Iz has discovered a new face, and it is hilarious. She scrunches her eyebrows down really far, and opens her mouth really wide into a kind of uncomfortable looking face and gives little irritated grunts.  This is sometimes a silly face that turns into a giggle, sometimes a sad face that turns into a cry, and sometimes an annoyed face that turns into a whine.   It is her all purpose face.  It makes us laugh every time.  (I will keep trying to catch a picture of it, but this is the best I could do so far.)

 

Crawling Continued...

As mentioned in the previous post, Isabel is now a crawler.  I tried to catch a video of some of her moves.  She is looking pretty cute and confident these days.  And as a result, the baby-proofing has begun (see picture below).  Sharp-edged coffee table is banished to the basement.  Stereo is on lockdown.  Outlets are covered.  House decor is hibernating in closets.  This Munchie is caged.  (I should mention that the first attempt at caging her resulted in her pulling the gate to the side and crawling right through.  Seriously?  How was I to know that she has already developed some problem solving skills?  This set up works a little better.  So far...)