Nine months

Clark is looking less babyish and more and more little boy every day. He is everywhere all the time. He is crawling everywhere, climbing everything, and cruising along all of the furniture. I feel like I'm sweeping and cleaning all the time, but the tops of his feet still end up black and dirty from all the activity. He chases his sisters around squealing while they run and shout "Clark!! No!!" He is still very much a Mama's boy, though Dad can be fun sometimes. Still no teeth. When he gets tired he sticks his tongue out. He enjoys self feeding himself puffs and yogurt bites and little bites from our food, but it is still mostly just practice as opposed to filling his belly. Clark certainly keeps us on our toes.