10 months old

Little Cubby you are 10 months old today. It seems that time, on one hand has flown, and on the other is drags on.

You are a bright eyed little one who is on the verge of walking, taking those tentative steps on your chubby legs without holding onto something.

You can scoot along things while standing and are a pro at crawling, but you can see in your eyes you covet being able to walk. Your biggest frustration is following someone into another room only to have that person turn around and step over you back to another room.

As for the time dragging thing, you are still breastfeeding. You look for the boob as comfort. You want to be on it all the time. You have a pacifier you will use sometimes but you prefer me instead.

You are still not sleeping through the night. You get up at least three times a night if not more. You will sleep through traffic when we go for a walk yet the slightest noise in your bedroom and you wake up instantly. You wait for Mommy to fall asleep then you cry for me to come get you.

You like to smile and giggle. You have 5 teeth now. Two on top and three on the bottom. You are a vampire. Aside from the breast suckling, you love to bite and your sharp little teeth coming in garner the response you are seeking. I am always telling you to go bit Daddy, but you prefer to nibble on me. Time to put on jeans and chaps even though it is summer.

Feeding you solid food is less of a chore than it was for Big Cubby, since you will eat anything with glee. You only frowned at stage 3 lasagna with its bits of “meat” in it. Big Cubby on the other hand, had many faces of horror for all veggies and a few other things.

You like to eat paper. You try to get your hands on anything with paper. Coloring books, notebooks and you even try to eat the labels off the water bottles.

You can say mama and dada. You are only happy if I am the one holding you. You get mad at Daddy if he comes to pick you up. You are a Mama’s boy. So is your brother by the way.

You love your big brother even if your big brother doesn’t like you touching his trains and lets you know about it often. We put up a toddler gate to block you from intruding into Big Cubby’s play sanctuary now and then. You just stand there on your tiptoes looking at Big Cubby, laughing and chewing on the wood.