What a difference a month makes!

With snow predicted last month, we quickly ran out to purchase Rob a snow suit, thinking that clearly, he'd want to make a snow angel or two. However, his response was mixed, ranging from mild annoyance to sheer terror of the snow, the cold and particularly the snowsuit (all we could think of was the little brother from "A Christmas Story").

Here we are in December, he is not pleased:

BUT here we are sunday!! He was interested in the snow, sitting in it and laughing and patting the snow to be sure of how it felt:)

snow day:)

Our second snowfall this winter produced 13 inches here in Richmond! Although this doesn't compare to the last snowstorm which gave charlottesville 2 feet of snow (Robert was very jealous), it's still a ton of snow for our new home. Here are a few photos from the big storm...note that I clearly took these from inside the house.

Sabre had a ball playing in the chest deep snow:


Even though it was difficult to make Sabre out amongst all the snow, we had no trouble spotting the jeep:)
Rob had a good time watching daddy do some shoveling, pounding on the glass to cheer him on!

With work cancelled for the day, it gave Robert a chance to play "stay at home dad" for a day and gave mommy a chance to relax. The verdict? Around 7:30, Robert came into the kitchen and announced, "I just laid myself across the doorway in Rob's room to make sure that he didn't escape, giving myself a chance to nap...I'm definitely going to bed after we put him down in an hour, I'm exhausted!" My response, welcome to my world honey:)

April-January 9 whole months

My little guy is nine months old today...40 whole weeks old. That number made me immediately think of my pregnancy. Even though Robert chose to come a week early (thank you, again, for that) I can't help but look back and remember how long I thought those 9 months were...how much I changed, and prepared and waited..and waited. BUT to compare my pregnancy with the last nine months of his little life is virtually laughable. Robert and I are completely different people than we were nine months ago:)
Fortunately we have had few sleepless nights along the way, lots of laughs, lots of tears (well, just me and the baby really) and a camera always at the ready to take photos of our changing, growing little man.

OK, done with the gushing for a bit....

we had our nine month appointment today, we are at 18 pounds and a huge 28 inches tall:)

destruction

So since our little guy has learned to stand up, he's using that to his advantage. Now he can reach up and take things that were previously well out of his reach...

exhibit A: his mini UVA football (it holds a place of prominance whereas our maryland football is often offered to the dog)

You can already tell that the middle shelf has been cleared of stuff...he simply takes them and throws it on the floor. Satisfied with his work, he takes a book to chew on:

Now, before I get the grandma police calling me because my son isn't clothed in winter, let me assure you that this is not often the look we go for in january. Shortly after the bookcase destruction incident, we dressed to go for a walk...as you can see, my son is much happier with less clothing:
BUT he's warm and fashionable in this fleece snowsuit with UVA beanie (that matches his daddy's, of course)