9...

My baby is nine months old.

NINE!!! 

Nine months almost always freaks me out a little because suddenly that little lump of baby meat has been in my arms as long as he was in utero and it's a bit of a trip. 

There are no words to drive home the fact that Ace a Spades is our most content and happy little man except to adopt "surfer speak" and say things like, "He's so chill", or "Seriously mellow little dude," or "Totally rad." - Deep, I know.  :)

At nine months, Acers... 

-Army crawls like a special ops soldier 

-Is obsessed with door stops 

-Chews on everything 

-Has two bottom teeth and his upper fangs (little vampire) 

-Sleeps twice a day and all night long 

-Shows a definitive preference for Texas orange (or so his Daddy says)

-Likes to self feed instead of be fed 

-Loves to swim and bathe 

-Says Mama and Dada, nods his head "no", and gives fives & kisses 

-Is one massively vain mirror lovin' man 

-Has zero "stranger danger" but definite people preferences 

-Has hitch hiker toe... Serious double jointed-ness going on 

-Smiles when he sees a camera 

-Is one TALL drink of water... we'll see exactly how tall very soon.

-Has the sweatiest little piggies on the planet 

-Does one kick a$$ downward dog pose 

And tough guy posed as evidenced above...

We adore him. All of us. He is so easy to love. The highest card in the deck? Yep, we think so. 

Love you Ace Man!