Month 10

Dear Leif -

You are 10 months old. We are in the month of the crawl - crawl to the bookshelf and pick a book, crawl to the plants and eat some dirt, crawl to your two best friends kitty #1 and kitty # 2. Then you pull up - pull up on the chairs, pull up on the couch, pull up into my china cabinet and select yourself a merlot glass. Reminder: get cabinet locks.



And you are eating! Well, sort of. Mostly I spackle in the paté, wiping up the food ooze, and tricking you into trying it again. Mealtimes are an elaborate affair involving what I refer to as the "tasting menu": reflecting seasonal themes executed as west coast pan asian nouveau cuisine with a homemade bent. We are working hard to develop your palate, and it is already starting to show. For example, we recently discovered your ability to discern stale from fresh. When faced with a $5.00 organic Cheerio from yesterday's breakfast on the floor, you munch very slowly, your eyes saying to me "This IS food, right?". When you are fed fresh Cheerios right from the box, you gobble with glee - bits of cardboard flavored oat dust flying into the air.



Baby sign has gotten off to a good start. You watch carefully while I sign the word, say the word, point at the object, then repeat 15 times. You'll wave your hands in mimic, sometimes approximating so closely I'm sure you are a genius, other times just looking blankly at me wondering why I repeat myself so much. On occasions you have signed "Milk" "Airplane" "More" and "All Done". Dogs are still your favorite creature on the planet, and when we go to the zoo you are delighted by the giraffe "dogs", gorilla "dogs", and hippo "dogs". The gorillas are your favorite and you lean against the glass babbling at them and waiting for them to notice you.

Sleep. Still gonna skip talking about sleep. Enough said.





The best part of Month 10 is your new ability to rest. Not sleep, but rest. Your head is still a bit bobble-like and sometimes you rest it casually upon us, laying your heavy head onto our shoulders or a thigh while you take a moment to collect yourself. When I'm carrying you on my back to the coffee shop first thing in the morning for our bagels and my latte you'll quietly rest between my shoulder blades, watching for cesnas and scouting for dogs.

And Dada just said "This is your first year of playoff baseball Leif!". I know you are SO excited for everything.

We love you,

Mama + Dada