"Oh My Gosh"

So the aforementioned phrases that Patrick has been repeating have past.  Now every sentence, remark, question and utterance out of his mouth either starts or ends with, "Oh my gosh!"  Gotta love OCD!   The scariest part of all this is that he is the older brother.  The other two watch him and follow him.  I was speechless today when Tristan asked from the backseat of the car, "I can play Lego Star Wars now because you said I could when I get back from pre-school, is that correct?"

My response in the front seat :0

Colin 9 mos Stats!

So here are his 9 month old stats....

Weight: 23 lbs 88th%

Height: 31 inches 97th%

Head: 18 75%

Tristan weighed 21 lbs at this time and  29 1/4 inches and Patrick was 29 1/2 inches and 22 lbs.

At the doctors he cried and cried and that was before the shot.  He got scared when the doctor put the stethoscope under his arm, maybe it was cold and just started crying and screaming and didn't stop till 25 minutes later when he finally past out in the car.  He was crying so hard and was so mad he honestly did not notice the three shots they put in his leg.  He didn't even flinch. He was so distracted by his own crying and anger.  

Here are his other 9 month old stats: he has three teeth.  Two front lower and upper left.  He is talking up a storm.  "Goo Goo, Ba Ba, Da Da, Bell A, Maaaa Maaaa"  all these are kind of like that of course, not the real deal yet.  He loves to talk and talk and gets louder and louder if no one is responding to him.  He is clapping and will do it appropriately.  He claps when he first sees me, which of course I love.  He claps for the boys and when he is happy.  He scrunches his lil face like he tasted a lemon and closes his eyes tight and squeals and smiles.  He is cruising around in his walker (my favorite thing ever) and now that he has tasted such freedom is much more apt to complain when left in the saucer or anywhere that he is rendered stationary.  Still working on getting him to sleep through the night... he just insists on waking up, usually first around 11 ish and then again in the 2ish range.  He takes big boy baths with Tristan now and he adores the bath.  None of the others loved the bath like him... he could stay in it all day and I try to give him as much time as possible.  He splashes the water real hard with his hands and laughs when the water gets all over his face.  He laughs hysterically at Tristan's crazy 4 year old antics.  We started playing the Baby Santa (baby einstein) DVD and he literally thinks it is hysterical and belly laughs through most parts.  It is the funniest thing to watch.   My absolute favorite, favorite age and I am just trying to saturate myself with him as much as time allows!!!!