Nana's Mini at Nine Months

Hi friends!

We're back. And we've missed you! Life has taken a few unexpected turns the last 6+ months but I'm determined to get caught up on Kerigan's "baby book" and getting the blog up to date. My goal is to eventually make annual books for the kids to look through from these posts :) Even though I'm playing catch up, I have been keeping notes on Kerigan's milestones.

At nine months, Kerigan is army crawling like a mad woman. I figured she would get the four-pointed crawl by now, but she's pretty efficient with this mode of transportation. During the day, her demeanor is a breeze. (She still wakes up 2ish times a night to eat) She will let others hold her, hug her and kiss that sweet baby face. She's starting to pay more attention to Briggs and allows him to give her "wittle hugs" according to him.

She's getting braver with trying out new foods. We have been pretty adamant about keeping her on the organic beech nut foods but have tried some whole foods as well. Some of her favorites are avocado and banana! This is kind of  helping her spit up issues. :) 

She's still a peanut. Here are this month's measurements:

Height: 27 3/4 in. (70th percentile)
Weight: 17 lbs 3.5 oz (35th)
Head circumference: 41 cm (75th-making Robinsons proud)

She thinks she's a ballerina. Morning stretches.

Happy Nine Months, Doll Baby. May your Nana's spirit always reside in your heart. 

We dedicate this blog to our beloved Nana. She frequented this site more than anyone else. She had a 24 hour access to photos of her "doll babies". She is rejoicing in the Kingdom of Heaven as we honor her legacy by spreading Christ's true love. Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, O My Soul!

  1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.
    • Refrain:
      It is well with my soul,
      It is well, it is well with my soul.
  2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
  3. My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
  4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
  5. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
  6. And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.