Ten Months
Henry has changed more in the last month than he has in any other month since perhaps February. My law school friends were here on August 1 for dinner, and he wasn't crawling yet and could pull up only with difficulty and serious risk of face-planting. When the same friends came back six days later, they were amazed to see that he was crawling all over the place, cruising along the furniture, and standing and squatting and standing and squatting with no effort at all. None of those friends has kids yet, so their minds were a bit blown by how much a baby can change in less than a week.
Other new tricks this month include pointing, sometimes with an open palm and sometimes with a chubby little finger, and climbing the stairs. He's pretty good on the stairs now, unless he gets distracted by looking behind him to see how many of us are watching his feat.
Henry babbles constantly and his chatter is starting to take on the cadences of real conversation. He pretty clearly understands at least some of what we're saying to him now. If I say, "Where's Dada?" he goes off looking for Karl; if we say "Izzy," he looks around eagerly for his favorite person; and if we say, "Henry, NO," then he pauses for a moment, give us a mischievous look, and goes back to whatever he was doing.
We had two new exciting developments in just the last 48 hours (I'm including them, even though it's totally cheating, since this post is coming two days after his 10-month birthday): clapping hands and toddling with the walker. The clapping is so adorable it makes me want to just smush him into little bits. He slaps his chubby hands together, give us a huge smile, we cheer, and then he claps some more. The "walking" is new as of this morning. Karl got up early with him today while I slept in, and apparently they had some sort of manly early-morning boot camp physical conditioning going on in the basement, because when I came down at 9:00, there was this:
I can't believe he's so close to toddlerhood. It looks like he'll be up and walking by himself any minute, but sometimes he plateaus on a skill for awhile after rapid initial development.
Also, full-blown separation anxiety set in this month, which is sometimes tough, even though it's gratifying that he wants me (or Karl) above everyone else. He gets very happy when Elaine arrives every morning, but as soon as I start to gather up my bag and shoes, he starts wailing and grabs onto my legs. I usually stand outside the door and listen, and he quits complaining after about ten seconds, but it's still not fun.
Henry likes to be in on whatever Karl and I are doing. This weekend we did a monster re-org on the kitchen and some closets, and the wild man was happy to crawl circles around the mounds of stuff we pulled out of the cabines, ride in the cart at the Container Store (twice), and entertain us with giggles and clapping while we worked. He's really turning into a wonderful, sweet little companion.
Other new tricks this month include pointing, sometimes with an open palm and sometimes with a chubby little finger, and climbing the stairs. He's pretty good on the stairs now, unless he gets distracted by looking behind him to see how many of us are watching his feat.
Henry babbles constantly and his chatter is starting to take on the cadences of real conversation. He pretty clearly understands at least some of what we're saying to him now. If I say, "Where's Dada?" he goes off looking for Karl; if we say "Izzy," he looks around eagerly for his favorite person; and if we say, "Henry, NO," then he pauses for a moment, give us a mischievous look, and goes back to whatever he was doing.
We had two new exciting developments in just the last 48 hours (I'm including them, even though it's totally cheating, since this post is coming two days after his 10-month birthday): clapping hands and toddling with the walker. The clapping is so adorable it makes me want to just smush him into little bits. He slaps his chubby hands together, give us a huge smile, we cheer, and then he claps some more. The "walking" is new as of this morning. Karl got up early with him today while I slept in, and apparently they had some sort of manly early-morning boot camp physical conditioning going on in the basement, because when I came down at 9:00, there was this:
I can't believe he's so close to toddlerhood. It looks like he'll be up and walking by himself any minute, but sometimes he plateaus on a skill for awhile after rapid initial development.
Also, full-blown separation anxiety set in this month, which is sometimes tough, even though it's gratifying that he wants me (or Karl) above everyone else. He gets very happy when Elaine arrives every morning, but as soon as I start to gather up my bag and shoes, he starts wailing and grabs onto my legs. I usually stand outside the door and listen, and he quits complaining after about ten seconds, but it's still not fun.
Henry likes to be in on whatever Karl and I are doing. This weekend we did a monster re-org on the kitchen and some closets, and the wild man was happy to crawl circles around the mounds of stuff we pulled out of the cabines, ride in the cart at the Container Store (twice), and entertain us with giggles and clapping while we worked. He's really turning into a wonderful, sweet little companion.
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