I know, I know, I say it a lot, but time is flying by. Now I know the true meaning of the phrase "there aren't enough hours in the day." I also know why people like to remind me "how quickly they grow up."
Liam turned 9 months, and in a matter of weeks will be 10 months. It doesn't seem possible. He's crawling around, pulling up on everything, and is constantly talking. Obviously not in words (other than the odd 'mama' or 'dada') or sentences, though he does do this body convulsing grunt to mimic Hannah's barking. He still adores Abbi Kate and is currently in a bit of a must have mom phase. I can't say it bothers me. I remember all too well how Abbi Kate went through a similar phase and how quickly it passed. Now she's very much a Daddy's girl. He's stood on his own a few times and I'm sure it's only a matter of time until he's walking.
Abbi Kate keeps me busy too. She is definitely developing an attitude lately. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. At times it's downright entertaining. She's been on quite a few play dates recently and would spend absolutely every day in her "bathing soup" if you let her. Thankfully, the weather has been gorgeous lately (apart from this weekend). It should also be noted that her favorite activity (other than swimming, which she very much remembers from last summer) is sliding. Anytime I tell her we're going to a playground that is the first thing she asks, "is there a slide? will there be a slide?"