10 months

Henry, aka "stink stink," "buds" or "cutie cutie" (as Aubrey calls him), is moving on up. This month flew by, probably because of our trip to VA. He's gaining personality, and mobility, by the day and is still a pretty happy and laid back baby. He's still doing the low crawl, but he's fast as lightning. He will pull his knees under him to sleep, or to try to pull up on something, but hasn't figured out he can crawl that way too.

Speaking of pulling up... I posted recently about his first attempt the stand up on the fireplace. He hadn't really pulled up since then, until the other day. He was supposed to be napping. He was quiet for a while, and then I would hear a squeal. Not a cry, just a happy shreek. Then he would be quiet for 10 mins for so. This went on for an hour or more, and suddenly, I felt this wave of panic. He wasn't doing his normal "Hey, I'm awake in here... come get me" routine. It was like he was figuring something out and was pretty darn excited about it, but unsure at the same time. I went straight to his room, opened the door, and found him leaning over the rail of his crib, pulling at the bumper from the outside, and was probably seconds away from plummeting to the floor. AGHHHH. Mother's intuition? Guardian Angel? Whatever it was, thank God I went in there. Shame on me for not lowering his crib all the way (we had already lowered it once) after the first time he pulled up on something. Learn from my mistakes people! Crib lowered. Check. Child safe. Check.

Since that scary moment, Henry has been pulling up more and more, but can't figure out how to get down. He's very unstable and has crashed quite a few times. He's learning the world around him can be super fun, but he is also learning that some things are hazardous to his health. For example, trying to take Percy the train away from big sis will result in having Percy shoved into your forehead and then you end up getting tackled to the floor and whacking your head. 10 seconds alone with the same big sis will result in gymnastics lessons, which means your head is again shoved to the ground in an attempt to learn to flip (mother of the year, that's me). Big sis scolded. Check. Child Safe. Check.

Henry is starting to prefer mama to all other things in this world, although you wouldn't know it by the way he lovingly "bites" me while nursing. At least he still doesn't have a tooth. Despite the fact he isn't breaking any records in the dental department, he is eating more table foods, and actually getting most of it to his mouth.

That's about all for now. He's cute. He's smart. He's busy. He's a mess. You get the picture :).

nite nite