Our Sweet Noah

Noah is 9 months old now. He is our sweet, sweet baby boy. He has a great sense of humor, loves to be held and cuddled, and laughs and laughs at his brother's silly antics (until they involve knocking him over). He is up on all fours rocking, but not quite crawling yet. (This reminds me of Ben not crawling at this age and the pediatrician telling us that he just "wasn't motivated." We thought, "Great. It starts this early?")

Noah loves to click his tongue. Ask him a question, he'll click in response. In fact, for a while he wasn't doing much babbling, just clicking, and we thought he might speak in one of those indigenous African click languages before English.

Actually, he's perfect, and we love seeing more and more of his little personality shining through.

Noah has definitely started the separation anxiety phase of infancy. Thus, this is often the face I get when I set him down to attempt to do something with both hands. (How dare I?)

Hmmmm ... only 16 more years until this is real?