Nine Months Have Come And Gone

Nine months ago, I gave birth to our fourth precious package of perfection. He was, amazingly so, our smallest package. But you know what they say....good things come in small packages. And it is most definitely the truth. Andrew is an absolute joy! He is so contented, happy, loving, snuggly. He has reached the age where he does like to be down and moving about. When it comes time for floor time, I can hardly keep him in the living room. He loves to make a bee-line for the kitchen. I'm sure he has learned that he can find the most to pick up under the table. As often as I sweep the floors, he manages to find little treasures.
I love how Andrew knows when he gets to go to sleep, because he settles himself so comfortably in my arms, and closes his eyes nearly right away. It's as if he has reached his safe haven and can completely let go. Nick likes to say that he just melts into my arms. There is nothing better. I am going to miss that feeling most of all.
It is that time again to show what each of my kids looked like at nine months old. In my opinion, Andrew looks the most like Joey at this age. They were all so adorable.

Joseph, aka Bubba, was a round, chubby lover-boy.



Nick was always smiling, always mischevious, and always a ham.



Ethan was too cute with those huge cheeks. He still has the chubby cheeks, but the fit so much better on his face now, than they did back then!


Andrew, my precious little pea-head, my sweetie-peetie pie.

I have been mightily blessed with my children. Joe is going into second grade, Nick will start Kindergarten, and the other two are growing so fast I can hardly catch my breath.
I do have to go as Andrew is past due for his nap and is reminding me quite forcefully. Nick and Ethan absolutely need a snack before the starve to death because I obviously never feed them. So I will sign off for now.