My dear sweet little Aric,
9 months. 9 months have come and gone. 9 months ago, you were nestled away in my belly. I can’t quite put into words how much we love you and how grateful we are that you are in our lives. You’re little smiles, your constant talking, they melt our hearts. You are trying to walk, so close. It will be any day now. You will be off and running. You want so badly to catch your brother. Soon, Soon – you’ll be chasing him full speed. I am so grateful for the love between you and him. It grows more and more each day. David has already asked if you are big enough to sleep in the same room with him. You finally have two teeth – well, one and a half. And you will eat just about anything that you can get your hands on, mostly anything that is ours! You hardly fit any 9 month clothing. You’ve been wearing 12-18 months. You are so much bigger than your age.
3 more months and you will be one. ONE.
We love you so so much, little stinker-doodle.