This is my 9 month old. He just ate a bite size oreo. He weighs 18lbs 8 oz (25th%) and is 28 inches tall (50th%). He says "mama", laughs, hits, grabs hair, rarely cries, crawls up the stairs at record speed, doesn't yet know how to crawl down, pulls himself up, stands for a few seconds at a time, smiles more than should be legal, happily plays in his crib before and after rest times, is adored by his siblings, fell today at the doctor's office and has a bruise on his eye, and is seriously too cute for words - even strangers stop me and comment on his beauty. This boy is an absolute gift from God. Each night when he wakes to feed (because I love spending the time with him I haven't done anything to stop our night time rendezvous) I thank God for his life, for his health, for his sweet little self. He is a gift, an absolute gift!