Believe it or not, it has been 9 months to the day that Casey was born. It's amazing how much changes in that amount of time ... time that sometimes seems will never end (2 a.m. screaming) ... time that seems has gone by too fast in how much Casey has changed - he looks more like a little boy and less like a baby everyday. The 9 month checkup will be delayed by a week or so, however it appears that Casey has re-gained most of the weight lost from the illness. He hasn't quite got all of the fat rolls back, but the gut looks healthy. He has 6 teeth, and counting. The hair is filling in nicely - he officially now has more than his father. He is discovering new things all the time, especially himself. He crawls, traverses steps, chants, waves, and bangs. He walks with the aid of furniture and toys, and while he can stand on his own for a brief second, has not taken any steps yet. He doesn't like an audience for dinner - he seems to eat better (read real food) when only Carrie and I are around. He hates a hat and anything on his feet. Oh, and Matt's bloodline is definitely strong with this one - he loves to stay up / sleep late, anything electronic, appreciates a fine automobile, a groovy tune, and loves to grope. Speaking of the no sleeping...
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