Sloane is now nine months old. Nine months! It's so weird picturing life before Sloane came to our family (which, apparently, was only nine months ago). She is just so great and fun and funny and really completes us. And she has been getting more and more fun each day, so that helps with the whole "I wish my baby stayed a baby forever" feelings that come here and there. Oh, and a quick FYI, people telling me things like "They grow up so fast! Mine are all 22 now.." does not help anything! It just makes me sad. So just stop doing that, people.
Little Sloaney loves standing up and is always pulling herself up and climbing over anything she can reach. This has also led to a lot of little falls -I have a feeling she will be the child with all the sad bruises (somehow, Fox never really had any). She also has developed a hearty laugh and busts it out whenever we give her lots of snuggly kisses. Or whenever Fox breathes or looks at her -seriously, she adores that kid. And lately she's been real big on sticking out her little triangle of a tongue. I love it. It's always sticking out.
She's also finally sleeping well. FINALLY. It's been the best. She still joins us in bed here and there, but we really don't mind. And the scratching phase is almost gone! No more sad scratch marks on her shoulders or the back of her head. Huzzah! Much rejoicing! Yay for nine months!