Blake's tenth month

Blake at 10 months (1)
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To Blake:

So, how many 10 month olds get to say they've been to Disney World? Yes, you officially made your first trip to Disney this month, complete with a ride on the carousel, Winnie the Pooh's adventures, and river ride. Miraculously, you also handled a 27 odd hour trip in the van...both ways! Faith was a key to this, and crackers, lots and lots of crackers. Melba toast and Baby Mum Mums are Valium for babies.

Florida itself was a bit of a revelation for you. The best part was splashing around in the pool and generally demonstrating to Nana and Papa your ability to go through an entire day without sitting still. At nights you had the new adventure of sleeping with the whole family in one room. Generally this meant that you would wake up around 3:00 am and decide it was time to play. After a few nights of this, I finally clued in and just brought you to bed with Daddy and I. This worked like a charm and you slept the rest of the night...although often with your feet in my ribs, and you head under Daddy's chin.

The rest of the month was a bit of blur as Florida was the BIG event. Halloween was fun, although I'm fairly certain you could not appreciate how cute you looked in your tiger costume, complete with roaring sounds. Nor could you comprehend how rare it was to get a full-size chocolate bar!! from one of the neighbours when we went trick or treating. Faith thought your introduction to Halloween was great as she ended up with both her bag and your bag going from house to house with our neighbour long after you were home in bed.

And, I think it's safe to say that you are officially a self-feeder now. Not only do you eat paper and kleenexes, but you actually feed yourself most of your meals. Depending on the day, "most of the meal" ends up on your lap, but you do pretty well actually, and I usually only need to do a small amount of heavy duty cleaning after mealtimes.

Oh yeah...and you've pretty much weaned yourself. Except for when you get up in the morning, you've lost total interest in nursing, but get inordinately excited when you see a bottle coming your way. Apparently you're not a breast man.

Other favourite things to do now? Cruising the furniture, chasing me into the kitchen and throwing up your arms to be picked up so you can see what's going on, and climbing up in front of the TV (not allowed but enticing to you nonetheless). Anything, as long as you're NOT SITTING STILL. I'm not sure yet when you're going to climb out of your crib, but it's only a matter of time as your sister pointed out today.

As always, it's an adventure.

Love,
Mom