9 Months Old Today!

I can't believe we have reached the 3/4 mark! 3 more months and she will be a 1 year old. Crazy!
My friend Mandy took some pictures for our friend Emily, who makes the cutest Tutu's, see her Etsy shop here- TutusForAll. So Sydney and I were in the photo shoot. Here is a sneek peek shot of Sydney taken yesterday.

I hope Mandy and Emily won't mind if I use it as her 9 Month shot, since I have been doing month to month pictures of her, and Mandy has a much better camera than I do. Oh the possibilities when you have a great camera and photoshop! But my little digital camera will have to do and iPhoto until the day I can purchase those wonderful tools!
Sydney has also been crawling like crazy and follows me around EVERYWHERE! I can't go take a shower without her trying to come into the bathroom, where a Jumparoo comes in handy, or do the dishes without her coming into the kitchen. Sorry I am a germ freak.
We played hide and seek and Sydney loved it! Crawling is a tough thing to do for long periods of time and I am glad that is not how we were intended to live our entire lives.
Sydney babbles constantly, she can alternate between two vowels with consonants in the same "word" that she speaks; such as M"o"mm"y". The "Mom" with the O sound and the "my" with the E sound. That usually starts around 10 months Gabe said. Of course she most likely doesn't realize that she is saying Mommy, but using the two vowels is great! Before it was one vowel like Ma-ma-ma or Da-da-da.
She can feed herself. This is great! I put her in her high chair and pour out some crackers or puffs and she eats very well, never stuffing everything in her mouth, but going slowly.
Gabe and I have been reading this book "Montessori From the Start: The Child at Home, from Birth to Age Three". Its a way to help your child develop certain fundamentals early on. The one that I like is this 18 month old putting on his own shoes, or this 9 month old drinking from a cup, not a sippy cup, an adult cup. Stuff like that.
Here's a video of Sydney at the table. 

 

And this is a tiny bit of venting here: 

We were at Costco this evening and we couldn't find a particular item. Soup to be exact. So we go up and down the aisles and come across the Ramen and other dehydrated soups but no canned soup. Where are they!? I was getting impatient. 

So I walk up to the Customer service desk in the front and wait for my turn, all the time people start coming from all angles asking questions not bothering to wait their turn. I wait patiently and after someone noticed I was there first they tell the others to wait one second and they come to help me. I ask them if they have the soup I was looking for and she looks in her computer and says, "Yes, we do. 388 cases of them". Where are they located in the store? I ask. "On the back wall." I point to the "back wall" and ask, "that wall?" She looks at me like I am stupid and says, "Yes, that is the back wall." I ask again, "that over there [pointing] is the back wall?" Yes is the reply I receive and Gabe and I walk over the back wall. Would you believe it that we found no soup on that back wall. I walk over to this other man who is restocking some, get this, soup, in a totally different part of the store from the Ramen and ask him, "when someone at the front desk tells me that the soup is located on the back wall, what back wall are they referring to?" He says that the wall that we had just checked was indeed the back wall, but the soup has never been stored there. It is in the middle of the store right next to the produce and clothing areas of the store. "Thank you," I tell him, all too nicely. I was trying to mask how frustrated I was with the women up front who treated me like I was an adult with poor comprehension and then gives me the wrong location. 

So the part that just gets to me is that I feel this need to correct this women who obviously needs me to tell her that she was wrong and that she should take a closer look at the computer next time she tells someone where something is located. 

I tried so hard to just let it go. I didn't need to tell this women anything. But I was still frustrated.

We made it out of the store and I instantly felt better that I hadn't said anything. phew!

Then I started to become upset at myself that I had even felt that way in the first place. Is life really that bad that I need to be upset over someone telling me the wrong place to find the soup in the store??

I don't think so.