by Ginger on June 29, 2010

in Oh Baby!

Today you are one week shy of ten months old.

Today your eyes are still the gorgeous slate blue that they were the day you were born. We fully expect they’ll turn brown–someday–but right now they remain the color of the Pacific Ocean on a cool day.

Today you have 8 teeth that we’re sure of, and we suspect at least one more–but since you won’t let us look in your mouth, we’re only going on drool, biting, and a hunch.

Today you know how to stand up in the middle of the room on your own. Or, if not on your own, with the help of a strategically placed toy (or momma). You can also sit down, squat to pick up a toy and stand back up, crawl almost faster than the cat can run, and cruise along the furniture. Sometimes, you’ll take a tentative step towards me while holding my hands, but my guess is that you’ll hold off on walking until you can do it without our help. That seems to be your thing.

Did I mention you know how to climb up the stairs?

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Today you are already covered in a few scratches and bruises that are sure to be a constant in your childhood. You have no fear of anything, no scaredy cat moments. You lean into everything you’re learning with your whole body–often using your face as leverage. We wonder at times whether you acknowledge pain, as you’ll fall and bonk yourself, or scratch yourself, or what have you and not utter a peep. Of course, that means when you DO cry, we know it was bad. I wish I could keep you from hurting yourself, but you want so badly to do and try and figure it out that keeping you contained is an impossibility.

Today you don’t say any words. Lots of babble, and screeching, but no concrete words yet. Daddy works with you to get you to say Mama (which I think is totally sweet of him), but I’m convinced your first word is going to be BAY (Bailey is the kitty who you love, who, sadly, doesn’t love you as much). I’m also in no hurry for you to start talking, but will admit that it will just about make my heart explode to hear you say mama when it happens.

Today you are NOT such a big fan of being spoon fed anything. You much prefer to feed yourself most of the time. This becomes challenging, because you seem to be like your mother and dislike having the same food several times in a row. The one exception to the spoon feeding thing? Yogurt.

Today you are a big kid. You wear 12-18 month clothes, and we think your feet will fit in size 3 shoes. You are a monster child, the better for climbing and exploring and getting into trouble. You love to open and close doors, and you can now reach the doorknobs (I found out yesterday), though you don’t know what to do with them. (note to self, check to make sure the nursery door doesn’t have a lock on the inside) You outgrew your infant carseat months ago. Your size and weight belie your age sometimes, as random people on the street will attest.

Today you still like to play with my hair or grab my fingers while you’re nursing. You rarely want to cuddle–there’s too much to do and see and explore to take time to cuddle–but sometimes when you’re tired, or you’ve hurt yourself, or you just got done nursing, you’ll stop for just a minute to lay your head on my shoulder. It’s a rare event, but when it happens it makes me want to hold you that way forever.

Today I worry that we’re not effectively teaching you not to hit, bite, pull hair, pinch, or scratch. I know you’re little and don’t understand what exactly you’re doing, but you’re such a big kid that you can do some damage!

Today, despite the above, you are the sweetest, happiest kid. You love people, always ready with a killer smile to charm everyone around us. You screech happily when you are having fun. You are rarely grumpy, even when you’re tired (sometimes when you’re hungry though–you come by that honestly!). Your smile lights up everyone who sees it, but no one more than me and your daddy. That smile kid, that smile is like the best upper invented.

Today is no special day on the calendar buddy. It’s not your birthday, or a month-iversary, or a day you learned a new milestone. Today is just a Tuesday. But today, I wanted to write about you because as sappy and corny as it sounds, you make EVERY day a special day. I never understood that until you came into our lives. How a random Tuesday could be such a wonderful and momentous day simply by virtue of having you grace it. Today is a day I get to be your momma, and that’s enough to make today special.

Lisa June 29, 2010 at 12:30 pm

I can’t handle the cuteness.

Megan June 29, 2010 at 12:59 pm

Very beautiful!

And, OMG, how cute is he? I think that smile would make anyone happy!

Mama Lungo June 29, 2010 at 1:13 pm

This is so sweet. And I love the picture of you cuddling that adorable boy!

Mel June 29, 2010 at 3:20 pm

He is so freaking cute!

Elizabeth June 29, 2010 at 5:15 pm

What a fun age! Your poor cat won’t be able to escape much longer!

Kate June 29, 2010 at 10:52 pm

What a wonderful record of your memories – he will cherish this. You will cherish this. And, so will N.C.

Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks June 30, 2010 at 7:11 am

Great photos. Great tribute. Great son. You know you’re lucky, right? =)

N.C. June 30, 2010 at 12:37 pm

No lock on the nursery, babe. And wow, awesomely written. I love you!

*Dad edit: She ain’t lying, that kid is totally rad.

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