10 months

Many milestones have happened that I want to share. I’m finding that the newborn phase is getting fuzzy. Every time Nathan would do something, I could never imagine not remembering every detail. But I’m starting to forget… and wish I had wrote some things down. So here goes.


I put Nathan in his boba carrier so that I could chop garlic.

My new boba carrier!

 I put the clove on the cutting board turned the knife on its side and gave two swift pounds with my fist. And suddenly I felt two tiny pats on my back. I pounded another clove, and another tap on my back. I chop furiously and feel multiple slaps on the back of my neck. Nathan now imitates. It started with waving last month, last week I could get him to say dada. And yesterday he clapped. Well, technically he smacked the back of his left hand. But the look on his face when he realized he could do it! And the way he looks at me as I go berserk with cheery praise. It slays me.

His new favorite book is Goodnight Moon.

 I’ve always hated this book when I was a children’s librarian. The illustrations are not my style. And boring! But damn it if it doesn’t make him grin. Lately he has been sitting through the book from start to finish and sometimes I read it twice. He likes to grab at the pictures. We cuddle up, and I lean him back against me. We read every day before nap time.

He is pulling up to stand. Getting him to eat on his own is a challenge. I have to warm him up a bit. Feed him a few bites from my hand. Once he gets into the groove it is fun to watch. We are still nursing four times a day with breakfast lunch and dinner and a morning snack. He usually takes one nap at 11 for a couple hours. Sometimes three!

He is constantly looking up at me for my reaction to things. Especially when he falls and gets hurt. I try very hard to make it seem like great fun to fall on your face. But it never works. I always pick him up and comfort him. I usually turn on the ceiling fan, his buddy. Yesterday he bumped his head, cried into my shoulder and then looked up at the ceiling fan expectantly. It’s funny to see a crying baby smile.

He gives kisses, but really he just leans in with his forehead. He’ll kiss anything.

He repeats my squeals and will say dada when prompted.

These are the big things off the top of my head.