Friday, August 31, 2007

10 months old

Where is the time going? Seriously. I can remember this time last year like it was yesterday. Puking, random trip to Coney Island for a hot dog and ice cream cone, coming home to puke again and then wanting some cheese fries...extra bacon, thank you. My little baby isn't a baby anymore!
No walking and talking yet, but we're pretty darn close. How long have I been saying that for? I don't know. We're cruising along the furniture and walls like a professional, and we're babbling and indicating wants/needs/dislikes...just not with words. Unless "wo wo" counts as a word. I can ask Nat where the following things are, and he looks and will occasionally bring them to me: kitty, dada, book, baby (in the magazines), baba, Bunzy (his beloved rabbit), and block. Now we just need to get him talkin'.
He waves. He has 6 teeth. He crawls faster than an ant on speed. He can stand independently for a few seconds, but lacks the confidence to take those first steps. He can drink out of a sippy cup on his own. He loves his soft monkey blanket. He gets a kick out of seeing his own reflection. He throws temper tantrums like you wouldn't believe in the following situations - diaper changing time, when I won't let him eat cat food, and when he gets a no-no taken away from him. He loves turkey, pancakes, chili, anything spicy, cheese, wheat bread, blueberry bagels, carrots, sweet potatoes, chicken, grilled cheese, veggie burgers, peas, spinach, Cheerios, Earth's Best vanilla cookies, spaghetti w/mama's homemade sauce, and graham cracker ice cream.
He is all boy. Likes to play rough. Also very clingy at times, though. Has a dear, dear heart. Loves to cuddle only with mama at bedtime. A definite daddy's boy at other times. Loves to play on the baby swings at the park. Loves birds and trees. Loves his Rolly Pollies class and the other babies there. Loves to listen to music. Loves to play peekaboo and when mama chases him through the apartment.
He continues to be a happy baby. He plays independently so well, but definitely demands undivided attention. I worry about how he'll react to a sibling.
These 10 months have gone by much too quickly. I look down at him while he's asleep in my arms when we "rock-a-rock" at bedtime, and it brings tears to my eyes to think that he won't want to do that for much longer. While I love to see him develop and accomplish new tasks, I'm also silently willing him to stay a baby for a little longer.