You guys. Over the weekend, Harry turned 10 months old. I’m kind of in awe of how fast this has gone by. I mean, they tell you “Don’t blink!” but really… I need to stop blinking.
Harry is a talker. A lot of what he says only makes sense to himself, but he talks nonetheless. He does say tree, that, thank you, drink, done, and his personal favorite – doggy. He is becoming more and more independent, picking out the books he’d like read while I’m making dinner and handing them to me. I even caught him reading to himself this weekend. He’s really great at playing (and getting in trouble) on his own.
The poor dude was pretty sick for a few days this week and it was the only thing that slowed him down. He’s still go, go, go from the moment he wakes up until he’s back to sleep, which I suppose makes sense considering he eats as much food as I do – and then nurses as well. He’s entered the hitting, pinching, biting phase, and we’re working on curbing that. He is, however, a fantastic sharer, always offering me a bite of his food.
Harry is so close to walking, but I have to run to keep up with his crawl when he’s going for something. He loves to be near me, hugging me when I’m on his level, but likes his independence at the same time. I know I say it every month, but it’s true. I love this kid more and more every day.