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Meadow @ 9 Months

When Meadow was born I had mentioned to a mom with a 9 month old that I couldn't wait until she was older and that the newborn stage is so boring. She said I would regret that. I actually don't at all. I love this stage minus her eating everything off the floor. She sleeps better and is so much fun.

She mostly eats three time a day. She seems to prefer real food over breast milk except when she's sleepy. I'm not sure she's my daughter as she doesn't seem to like oatmeal or plain yogurt.

She currently loves eating anything and everything off the floor, her blue bear, pulling books off the shelf, saying da da da, trying to grab Peanut's tail, playing on her own.


She has two more teeth coming in on top, her upper left and right lateral. Not the middle ones strangely.











She still goes to be around 9 and gets up around 9 waking up usually only once at night. 




She still does pretty good with her glasses. Only pulling them down when she's tired.

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