My precious little baby is now 10 months old! Well, technically, since there was no 30th of February, I'm thinking I can still consider him only 9 months old. No? ((sigh)) Oh well. I tried.
Plans for a little first birthday shindig are underway, although it's gonna be a bit different this time around. For starters, his birthday falls in our mandatory "quarantine period" before Chase's heart surgery, so we won't be able to celebrate on or even near his actual birthday, but will be celebrating several weeks in advance. This makes me sad because I feel like I'm losing a few weeks of precious baby time before he is officially a one year old! But on the other hand, I appreciate the freedom it gives me to switch gears and focus on his big brother's heart surgery when that is really where my focus should be at that time.
Let's have a little recap of my sweet 10-month-old, shall we? For starters, he LOVES to eat. Didn't see that one coming, did ya? Haha! He's eating more and more table food and less homemade baby food these days, and is well on his way to mastering the sippy cup. Over the weekend, I inventoried my supply of frozen breastmilk and found I had a whopping 582 ounces. And now a spreadsheet, too (not a surprise for those who know me well). With such a large stash in the freezer, combined with the fact that he nurses on average for less than 5 minutes during the day, I've decided to eliminate all but his morning and bedtime nursing sessions and go with bottles during the day. I did some math and this should get us right around his first birthday, so I feel pretty good with this decision. I am still so very grateful to have that frozen stash considering the challenges I had with my supply for the first two kiddos. It's such a blessing to (A) give him the very best nutrition and (B) not have to spend a dime on formula! And to reach my 1 year goal is a HUGE accomplishment that I'm very proud of! So anyway, back to food. He loves to feed himself and we haven't been able to find a single food he doesn't like (yet).
I have not been in ANY hurry whatsoever to encourage this baby boy of mine to get mobile. I love the fact that's always stayed where I've put him. But alas, his natural instincts are starting to kick in and he's figured out the rolling around to move to wherever he wants to. Belly to back to belly to back... and then before you know it, he's left the room! He does get into a crawling position and rocks a bit, so I know the crawling is right around the corner as well. SADNESS! He loves loves loves to stand up holding onto our fingers and loves to bounce, too. His smile, I tell ya -- it just melts me into a puddle of moosh! The dimple on his right cheek has to be the cutest thing on the planet. He's such a smiley, laid-back baby! He only complains if he's hungry, tired, or if he happens to physically witness mommy or daddy leaving the room. He's such a joy!!!
So 10 months now, and no teeth yet. Not even a swollen gum to speak of! I'm not sure what's taking so long, but I have been told by my MIL that hubs didn't get his teeth until almost one, so I guess I'll just blame hubs. ;) Again though, I'm still just so happy to see that baby's gummy, toothless grin, knowing that as soon as that first tooth pops through, he's going to look at least 6 months older to me.
How about more pics of my handsome little 10-month-old sweetheart? And my helpful little assistant, too! :)