Happy 9th month, baby Rocco!
This past month, I’ve realized I have such a strong boy. You push, writhe, and wriggle when we hold you and you want to go somewhere. In bed, you’d crawl to the edge and shove yourself if you want to get something from the floor. I can’t even leave you for half a minute when you’re not in the crib, because you have no fear, my love. You’re very different from your ate in this sense, because she was a careful baby when she was little. You, however, are dauntless.
