God help the woman who marries my sweet baby boy. This is what I think nearly 10 times a day, Saint. At 9 months you are a curious little somebody, eating twigs, leaves, bananas, and watermelon ( mostly). You are clingy like a koala bear, I often call you Monkey Man, because you refuse to be put down…unless it’s to eat. You don’t yet crawl, occasionally you’ll scoot. Your entertained almost exclusively by your sister. […]