Ten months. One - zero. My little man is so old! And if it's possible, cuter than ever. This month he started standing all by himself, all the time. It's pretty crazy that the next step (ha) from here is walking. I'm so not ready to be a parent of a walking child. I have
Another big accomplishment was he finally started saying "Dada" on a regular basis. He threw it into some of his babbles here and there, but just the other day he started saying it in response to me asking him to say it. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that he started saying "Mama" first. And it's adorable the way he says "maaaa!" when he's crying. But I was starting to feel bad for Patrick. Every time he asked Guns to say "dada" he got "mama" or a head violently shaking no (and the occasional raspberry). Plus, now he can cry out for "da" when he's sad and we can share the screaming baby.
Other than that, he's just the same utterly adorable, tornado of a little boy. He destroys the house on a daily basis. His favorite thing to do is rip all of our DVDs down from their shelves. And to protest napping and bedtime he now chews on the crib rail. There are teeth marks residing deep in the wood, and when I get him after he wakes his cheeks are covered in wood shavings. Healthy, healthy, healthy! We are currently waiting on a fabric rail cover to be delivered that will hopefully remedy the situation.
Oh how I love this kid. He lights up my life everyday. Thanks for making me smile for the past 10 months, I look forward to many millions more.