So, Paisley turned 9 months old last week. She is very skilled in the ways of babyism. She has broken 4 top teeth through in a matter of about a month. She now stands unassisted for long periods of time, even squatting down and picking things up and popping right back up. She can stand up without the assistance of anything stable, just pop up in the middle of a room. She can crawl very fast and chase any of us wherever we go, she almost always crawls around with on hand holding a toy, making a clopping sound. She can take two steps. She usually does this when transferring from one piece of furniture to the next. She is darling and happy and easygoing. She is rarely fussy or needy. She has begun babbling, "dadadaada. . " She is so happy and easy in the pool. She sits in her floaty seat and is so happy to float around chewing on a toy. Henry wouldn't stay in that thing for 2 seconds, but she loves it. Thank goodness, because it makes pool time so much easier. She is simply darling and loved by all. She plays with the other kids like a big girl. She knows she belongs with them. Tucker will tell me what Paisley is being while they're playing. . "Mom, Paisley's a baby storm trooper. . she's a super hero, and her power is spit up.. . she's Megatron.. ." It's so great that he includes her. I love watching the kids together. I think they will grow up having such a close bond. The one thing I struggle with having them so close is that I feel I rarely get to enjoy them individually. I feel like the baby moments have passed me by so quickly. I hope to start having individual dates with each of them on a regular basis. I hope they all know how much I love each of them and their own unique personalities. I am so blessed!