He’s 10 months today. I’m dying inside, just a little.
Some stats, cause people tend to do this. I don’t really do it, but hey, why not
-He’s in mostly 12 month clothes, not 6-12, those tend to be to small. Some 12-18 and even a few 2t.
So i make big babies. I don’t really think they are big, so they have some chunk, but not allot, I don’t think. I just tend to think other babies are just small.
Last time I checked he was 21 pounds, that may not be true now.
-He’s taken a step here and there. He takes off in his walker, he runs, he doesn’t walk.
-He recently discovered a new sound he could make. It’s screeching, it’s loud! He likes to stand in the tub and do it. It’s the loudest in there.
-He says Mama and Dada, he said Dada first. He also says Bach, as in Johan Sebastian Bach. I’ll tell that story another day.
-He loves his brother. Owen can get him to laugh, when I can’t. When hes fussy and freaking out and I’m trying to get dinner done. O can usually cheer him up. When Owen gets in trouble and he’s sent to his room. Emery crawls to the door crying, it’s the cutest and saddest thing ever.
-He naps in his crib, but he’s still with us at night. This is proving to be a tough transition. I don’t mind though, I love the cuddles with my baby.
That’s all for now