Ari turned 9 months old yesterday. I can't believe it. He's already starting to evolve into a little boy. He's so curious and determined about everything. He has learned to climb the stairs, and is at the top in a flash if I forget to put the gate up. He also likes to climb onto the treadmill and then whine for me to come get him.

He has four teeth now, with two more coming in on top. He has a strange tooth cutting pattern compared to his siblings. First he cut the middle two on bottom, then a third on the bottom, before getting one on top. Now he has two coming in on either side of the newest top tooth. Poor guy has been pretty grumpy with them the last week or two.

His solid food repertoire is growing by leaps and bounds. He seems to like bread the best of anything he's tried thus far.

Ari is crazy about his daddy. He waves his arms when he gets excited, and this morning when Paul came downstairs, I thought the baby was going to fly out of my arms trying to get to him. So sweet.