Gabe is 10 months.
Well, actually, make that ten and a half,
but my camera was off visiting
up north in Michigan with big brothers, so...
mama is running behind.
Our children are late-bloomers when it comes to walking.
I don't think I've ever had a child learn to walk before 13 months;
some have taken as long as 18 months. Gabe looks
to be trending to be a later walker, but he is still
exploding with capabilities.
He's trying a few words,
pulling up to stand,
he's taken up driving.
He's very serious about the driving.
It's a skill, dude.
He has the funniest expressions.
He's very interactive - he'll do something then wait for your reaction.
He likes to blow raspberries on my neck then wait for me to laugh.
One of my favorite things that he does takes place when I
put him down for a nap. If he's really not tired (and I've misunderstood his cues...)
he'll let me know - loudly. He knows he's got rights.
But if he's truly tired, he'll snuggle right down, wait for me
to pat his little bum (he'll wiggle it until I do...)
then he makes contented baby noises and settles in for a good sleep.
So cute. So fun. Moving way too fast.