ten months

Hey, good lookin'!

Your tenth month was a sick one, with RSV-driven sniffles that descended into your bronchials and sat there, your sad eyes and sad cough and sad parents all wishing it would just go away. Which it did, eventually, after some time with the nebulizer, and a few steamy bathroom sessions, and a lot of snuggling, and a lot of tylenol, and some time.

Last weekend your daddy went to Virginia to see friends and family, and the rest of us decamped to Nana and Papa's house because I was afraid to go it alone. You didn't approve of the change--no crib, and no daddy--and you cried for long stretches in the middle of every night. Last night, back in your crib and with daddy home, you slept until morning. (Thankfully, because your sister tossed and turned and whimpered in her sleep all night.)

You still love to eat, and in the last week since you've started feeling better you're making up in volume for all the food you missed while you were sick. Beans and lentils are your favorite things so far, in various soup forms; you've also enjoyed strawberries, artichokes, chicken pot pie, peaches, pizza crust, clementines, orange slices, sunbutter, and cheerios. You're still loving applesauce with cinnamon, sweet potatoes, and bananas. You like things that are room temperature or slightly warmer, but not too hot or cold. You like things spiced with cumin.

You like to grab coffee mugs, cords, wall-socket protectors, the fireplace screen, cell phones, your sister's hair. You really, really, really want to climb the playroom stairs.

The two teeth on either side of your top front ones have been descending for what feels like weeks, but they're still only half way there. Your smile is a wide, open-mouth thing of pure delight.

You love your mama, and you love your daddy, and you love your sister. Lucy says you love her most of all.

Your daddy can't stop saying how handsome you are whenever he looks at you, and I keep staring into your eyes trying to figure out what color they are once and for all. I'm still undecided.

We love you so much!

Happy ten months, Buds McGuds.

Love,
Mama