Hey look, so your ten month post is going up less than a week after your nine month post. At least I'm on time this month!
Wait, TEN months old? Who authorized all this growing? Not me, that's for sure.
Okay, maybe it's a little fun. (A lot fun.)
You've reached the age where you can play some basic baby-games with us with regularity. We're just starting to understand SO BIG! When prompted you will sometimes do fives (high five) and you LOVE to clap for things. For the benefit of everyone reading this I won't post a picture of you clapping while nursing (which you do every single time we nurse now, thanks kid), but I will post one of you clapping for blackberries. You love all food so far, except eggs. Not a fan of eggs.
This month your crawling really took off. One day you were taking one or two crawling "steps", tops, and the next day you were full-on crawling all over (at nine months and one week).
You also learned to climb stairs this month, thanks to Gramma Itzmee. We have to watch you closely though, as you have the attention span of a gnat and will try to sit and take a break part way up when there is no floor under your butt to catch you. We're holding off on the Mensa application for a while yet, then.
Hotel carpet - totally germ-free, I'm sure!
We took two trips this month. The first was to Minnesota to Gramma Itzmee and Grampa French Fry's house. You (thankfully) still did well on the plane, so we rewarded you with some time at White Bear Beach, crawling around the playground and walking down to the water's edge to see ice off.
We also took a (very long, very dull) drive to Iowa for a family wedding (for one of Mama's cousins on Gramma Itzmee's side). Despite the long drive and the fact that they had gotten half a foot of snow on May 3rd, we had a great time. In addition to learning stairs with Gramma Itzmee you also got to swim in the hotel pool and dress up in the fancy suit that Barb and Heather bought for you last fall. You were stylin'.
And you got to go swimming in the pool with Gramma Itzmee and Grampa French Fry (who had his camera with him even in the pool, because OF COURSE).
This past weekend, the last of being nine months old, Gram came to visit for the day and we took you to Millenium Park where you got your first dose of playing in the Crown Fountain. It was too cold to let you stay in the water long, but I forsee many visits this summer. You love your splashing.
You've also nearly overcome every baby's big fear: GRASS. You still aren't a super fan of crawling on it, but you will put up with it without complaint, which I'm told puts you way ahead of everyone else in your daycare class.
Books are still a big hit, and you are starting to figure out how to turn the pages yourself.
But you don't always have as much time for reading now that you're standing all the live-long day. Not only standing but full-on cruising around furniture! At about nine months three weeks you started taking steps along the edges of the couch or your crib, and now at ten months proper you can do full laps around furniture and move from the table to the couch for support. You still fall on your butt the second you let go, but we're heading quickly to Serious Mobile Baby stage, I can tell.
But I don't really have to worry about you getting far, at least not yet. Your favorite place to be is still touching Mama all of the time. According to you I am the very best jungle-gym in the world. I'll take it.
Other milestones/things of note. You have many Opinions-with-a-capital-O that you express via screaching (happy) and kicking and screaming (mad). The mad parts are mostly during diaper changes, unless I distract you with a toy. Your current favorite toy to hold for a scream-free diaper change is a gangly monkey that Grampa French Fry and Gramma Itzmee brought you from Washington D.C. last fall. We named him Mr. Smith. (Because he came from Washington, get it? GET IT? Oh, never mind.)
In other communication news, you definately understand at least some of what we're saying to you, too, particularly "NO. SIT. BUTT DOWN." which you hear roughly 3,567 times per bath. Please note that understanding what we say and listening to/doing what we say are different things. Ahem.
You are still all kinds of smiley and happy and you love nothing more than new strangers to talk to and giggle with. In a Culvers on the way home from Iowa you were far more interested in sitting backwards in your high chair to better woo passing strangers with your smile than you were in eating. I fear I've given birth to a tiny politician. Or a tiny version of Gramma Itzmee. Soon you'll be telling me how we're "related" to all these strangers.
In short, you are a delight. Your little voice telling me "ba ba ba BA BA BA pttttttttthhhh" is one of my favorite things. I love that the closest you come to blowing kisses is to give your palm a raspberry and then wave at me. You clap when I come to pick you up from school and you attack me with kisses when I pick you up. You're just the greatest. I'm so lucky to have you.