He's into Everything at 9 months

He's 9 months old and he loves chewing socks.
And knocking over towers.
And ransacking the shoe bin.

He's also still a 90th percentile-all-around babe, weighing in at 23.6 lbs, topping out at 31 in long, and possessing a head of grand size (98%ile, unfortunately for his shirts).

He can't hold still long enough for me to snap a picture, he'd rather be investigating the camera, or anything really. He is quite the inquisitor.
He bites.
He walks the furniture, he runs with his walker, he begs to be walked around the house all day long.  I'm starting to hope he'll walk on his own soon.
He waves, and sometimes, he waves with both hands!
He clicks his tongue and bites his gums.
He's getting his top two toofers!
He loves his mama, and while playing will crawl over onto my lap to "check in," get a hug, and then gets back to work.
He loves his daddy, and waves goodbye from the window in the mornings and motors to the door whenever  he hears the key in the latch at night.
He's started throwing fits and will drop limp on the floor on his face and knees and commence whining.
He gives us big, open-mouthed kisses on our cheeks.
He throws food.
He babbles the day away and has recently begun "singing" while at play.
He's wearing 18-month sized clothes, and growing faster than we can keep up with.
He's an observer.
He's a problem solver.
He's a determined, never-quitter.

He's our lucky boy, growing strong.