It was bound to happen, I know. Somehow I forgot about the boy turning 10 months old yesterday until today was half over. Oops. Only a day late, not too bad. Anybody else having a difficult time remembering what month it is? Just me?
Anyhow, 10 month old Nicholas is much the same as 9 month old Nicholas. Just faster, smarter, and a whole heck of a lot more stubborn. Good heavens, this child has a strong will.
I secretly love it.
If I was a nice mom, surely I would allow the boy to climb up onto the coffee table, pull all the food out of the fridge and pantry, stick pieces from my wooden baskets in the dvd player, play with (eat) his brothers tiny Legos, and bang on my laptop keyboard to his hearts content. While watching Sesame Street.
He asks so little.
Sadly, I am not that nice. Poor thing.
But oh my goodness, I love this boy. His smile, his laugh, his enormous personality. The way he giggles on his way up to his bed for naptime, the way he tries to chew corners off of his blankets. The way he thoughtfully gums his food and how happy he is when he eats what we are eating. How he sings in the tub. (Even while he is trying to climb out.)
Yep, I love him. Stubbornness and all. Especially his chubby feet and his combover.
Even more than last month.