Reed is 10 months old. He is 29.5" long, and in the 75.8th %. His weight is 21 lbs 6 oz, which is 72.6%. He's still cruising along furniture but not really trying to stand without holding on yet. His hair is growing, getting a little fuzzy and a lot blonde.
He's still such a good, sweet boy. His personality is fantastic. He has started doing things solely to make us all laugh, like ridiculous screams and then belly laughs, and repeat. Or his scrunchy nose thing where he sucks air in and out of his nose as fast as he can.The fake laughing has for sure started now too. (My apologies-I still forget to turn the phone a lot of the time)
Doesn't take much to turn into a real laugh though.
He thinks he's one of the big kids.
He thinks he's one of the big kids.
His new favorite thing is getting rides on his goldfish floatie. Any time he spots it he crawls to it as fast as he can and sits himself down in the middle and just waits to be pulled around. Someone will nearly always do it happily.
He loves to play ball-more than any of our other kids did at that age. He'll pick up a ball and hold it out in front of him, balanced on his palm, and then let it roll off of his fingertips. Then he does his superfast crawl after it, and does it all over again. Or if he's outside, he crawls all over the yard, kind of "dribbling" the soccer ball with his hands/arms as he crawls. He's actually really good at it. Ha.
He really loves to be outside.
He really loves to be outside.
He'll crawl to the back sliding glass door and stand up against it, banging his hands on it and crying for me to let him out. If his siblings go out to swing and they shut the door before he can get there, his heart IS BROKEN.
Taking care of him when we're at home is a workout for sure. He is way more active than his siblings were, and wants me either carrying him around the house, or close to him but not holding(restricting) him unless he's tired and/or hungry. He wants to be free to explore, inside or outside, but that's unbearable for me because EVERY two seconds he's trying to grab something to shove in his mouth, so I'm spending all day picking him up, setting him down, pulling things out of his hands, picking him back up when he gets mad at me because I won't let him eat toys, setting him back down when he's squirming to get free and explore some more, and so on. Out in public, he's happy to ride along on my hip, smiling and flirting with people. He loves everybody, but especially his family.
His favorite times of day are the morning, especially waking up his siblings, or having them wake HIM up.
...and when daddy gets home. He always gives him really sweet hugs for a bit.
Then leans back and gives him a few loving swats to the face, and then some more hugs.
It's so sweet to see. I'm hardly ever away from him, so I don't get to experience this kind of thing too often. One exception is softball. He's usually very happy to greet me when I get home from a game. Or if they come to watch, he gets either excited or frantic, depending on his mood, when he sees me on the field.
I can't believe this guy didn't even exist not too long ago, and now he is such an important part of our family, and basically runs the show around here.