He turned ten months old this month and I'm having a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that my baby is no longer in single digit months. TEN. Which means that twelve is only two months away and then I will have a one year old. Where has my baby gone?
He's walking. Not all the time, but enough that he's learning that walking is way better than crawling. Nineteen steps is the most he's taken, which is probably six feet. Maybe not even that much. But he can walk and clap so obviously he's a genius.
He can blow bubbles with a straw. And if you blow in his face, he will try to blow back. This was just discovered tonight by gramma gramma.
He loves to climb stairs but he has no idea how to get back down them safely. He likes to turn around and try to walk down them. I'm trying to teach him to turn around and go down backwards but so far he just gets down three steps before looking up and thinking 'ooo stairs!" and up he goes again. Progress is SLOW.
He's started "talking" by waving one hand in the air and making loud, mumbled vocalization with his lips closed. Mostly he does it to JBelle when she won't pay attention to him (read: always) but he will do it when he thinks he has something to say to you. He clearly knows that we speak to each other and to him, but he has no idea that he is not understood.