Ten months
At ten months old, Aden:
Loves his Mama.
Has no teeth. This doesn't concern us much because, well, you know.
Listens like a two by four. Or something else that doesn't listen.
Will NOT sit still.
Crawls at the speed of light.
Feels utter desperation to find something, anything, to pull up on. Has tried to take off walking a few times, to frustrating results.
Thinks the word "no" is a joke. Smirks and continues.
Lets out a very loud, dramatic sigh when told "no" too many times. (Oh the personality. If he doesn't fit in with the rest of us, I don't know who could.)
Laughs at himself when he figures out how to use a toy.
Eats. Frequently. Heartily. Happily.
Drinks whatever sort of liquid offered to him as if preparing to wander through the desert.
Has a growth rate that has slowed somewhat. Over the span of four weeks, gained only 6 ounces. Hooray for crawling!!
Loves, loves his brother.
Thoroughly enjoys tossing a ball and then chasing it across the room. Repetitively.
Though fearless in general, is scared silly of the vacuum cleaner. (By no means could this be because he has only heard the vacuum a handful of times in his life. I always keep my house immaculately clean!)
Has lips so chapped that on some days he won't smile. Another chap-stick addict in the making.
Loves being outside, but does NOT like grass. Or wearing a hat. Or shoes. Yeah. Garden season is coming, so that won't last long!
Will pull up at the piano, play a few notes, sing a short song, play a few more notes, then sing another song. Fabulous.
Doesn't really know what to do with a book. (This is my fault for hardly ever reading to the poor child. I used to read to Trey all the time and by ten months old, he was sitting in the floor "reading" books by himself.)
Has just in the last couple of days started saying "Mama", out of something other than anger. Such a beautiful sound.
Had his near-death experience, choking several days ago. Mama got to practice the baby Heimlich maneuver. (We're two for two now, so that's enough, right?)
Loves, loves, LOVES his Daddy.
Has his Aunt Nene and every single one of his grandparents wrapped around his little finger.
And his Daddy.
And his Mama.
(I think it's the double chin that gets us!)
(Or maybe the ice blue eyes.)
(Or the toothless grin.)
(Or...just him!)
Is. SO. Precious.
Loves his Mama.
Has no teeth. This doesn't concern us much because, well, you know.
Listens like a two by four. Or something else that doesn't listen.
Will NOT sit still.
Crawls at the speed of light.
Feels utter desperation to find something, anything, to pull up on. Has tried to take off walking a few times, to frustrating results.
Thinks the word "no" is a joke. Smirks and continues.
Lets out a very loud, dramatic sigh when told "no" too many times. (Oh the personality. If he doesn't fit in with the rest of us, I don't know who could.)
Laughs at himself when he figures out how to use a toy.
Eats. Frequently. Heartily. Happily.
Drinks whatever sort of liquid offered to him as if preparing to wander through the desert.
Has a growth rate that has slowed somewhat. Over the span of four weeks, gained only 6 ounces. Hooray for crawling!!
Loves, loves his brother.
Thoroughly enjoys tossing a ball and then chasing it across the room. Repetitively.
Though fearless in general, is scared silly of the vacuum cleaner. (By no means could this be because he has only heard the vacuum a handful of times in his life. I always keep my house immaculately clean!)
Has lips so chapped that on some days he won't smile. Another chap-stick addict in the making.
Loves being outside, but does NOT like grass. Or wearing a hat. Or shoes. Yeah. Garden season is coming, so that won't last long!
Will pull up at the piano, play a few notes, sing a short song, play a few more notes, then sing another song. Fabulous.
Doesn't really know what to do with a book. (This is my fault for hardly ever reading to the poor child. I used to read to Trey all the time and by ten months old, he was sitting in the floor "reading" books by himself.)
Has just in the last couple of days started saying "Mama", out of something other than anger. Such a beautiful sound.
Had his near-death experience, choking several days ago. Mama got to practice the baby Heimlich maneuver. (We're two for two now, so that's enough, right?)
Loves, loves, LOVES his Daddy.
Has his Aunt Nene and every single one of his grandparents wrapped around his little finger.
And his Daddy.
And his Mama.
(I think it's the double chin that gets us!)
(Or maybe the ice blue eyes.)
(Or the toothless grin.)
(Or...just him!)
Is. SO. Precious.
Comments
Happy 10 months, sweet Aden!!