my mom's totally going to steal this picture and turn it into a refrigerator magnet. Calling it now.
At 10 months old, our little Oren Henry has become such a big boy! He's way past the army crawling stage and now crawls around on all fours like he's been doing it his whole life. He's cruising around all the furniture and will even stand alone without holding on as long as you don't point it out to him (then he gets all excited and flustered and plops down immediately). He's even tried taking a few wobbly steps here and there and I think we're only a few weeks away from walking. Which means...gates. Also known as the worst thing to ever happen to him. EVER.
He has since discovered he can hang on them like the little monkey he is. And Wes loves taunting him from the other side. These two are going to be a handful.
He's still breastfeeding a lot and still about twice a night as well, but he loooooves table food. He has to have a bite of everything I'm eating. As soon as he sees someone eating around him he starts grunting maniacally and bopping up and down, slapping his hands on the table until you give him a taste. He refuses to eat baby food altogether now, but he sure loves guacamole. Definitely my kid.
Between the learning to walk (see falling down and bumping his head 38473845 times per day) and the table food he insists upon feeding himself, he has become the living, breathing epitome of a rug rat. Constantly banged up and dirty. He typically has a look about him that just kind of says...homeless. Especially with the constantly runny nose of late. And when he eats table food, he uses his hair as a napkin. Of course, why wouldn't he? This makes his (already questionable looking) hair all crusty and stick straight out on the sides. He kind of gets a Christopher Lloyd look going. You know, lovable for sure, but you don't really want to get too close.
we've decided it's best to just forgo clothing and the high chair pad altogether now during meal time
Other Special Talents
He says mama, dada and hi (sounds more like haaaaaaa!)
The latter is often accompanied by waving and mommy's melting heart.
He's mastered the pincer grasp and can now pick up his peas and smash them into his hair and/or eyebrows with great precision.
He weighs a whopping 20lbs 8oz (is this a talent?) and I know this exactly because he's been to the doctor and therefore weighed, twice this month alone. How fun!
He's really, really, really good at producing copious amounts of snot. Like, really good. All-star level.
Loves drinking water from a real cup. He needs help holding it, but otherwise has this skill down.
Clearly has learned what the word "no" means. Loves to ignore us when we say it while grinning ear to ear and frantically doing whatever it is we've told him to not do until we come stop him and he erupts into a fit of giggles.
Ornery Oren, we named him well.
Has five whole teeth now and excels in biting his brother when he least expects it.
Being my BFF.
So that's my little O'Henry at 10 months old. I can hardly believe we're already here. I've started planning his birthday party already (circus themed!) because I'm anal and also overly excited. It's my kid's first birthday for crying out loud, can you blame me?! I expect he'll be running around the house by then and doing all sorts of new things which I'll be sure to describe to you in great detail and at great length (you're welcome). In the mean time I'm just trying to savor these last few weeks before his age can be measured in years.
On to the next month!