ten months

Ten.  Months.  
Holy cow.

Luker!  You are getting so big! And you are so handsome!
You weigh 18 pounds, you are longer than most of your PJs, and you starting to feel thick!
You have two bottom teeth that came around nine months - one right after the other.
You are serious about your hair!  It's getting longer and thicker every day, and it sticks out over your ears.

You eat everything.  You feed yourself most of the time.
Your favorite food is a grilled cheese sandwich and you are still breastfeeding.

You spend your days crawling around, exploring exploring exploring.
Your toys are boring.  But cabinets, drawers, closets, bags, curtains, Daisy's food dish -- those are fun.

You started crawling around eight-and-a-half months.
You started pulling up around nine months. 
And at ten months, you're beginning to cruise the furniture.
You've got worlds of confidence.  Nothing slows you down.

You are scared of nothing - except loud noises and strangers sometimes.
We just started going to a new physical therapist and we BOTH love her!
Your leg is making slow and steady progress and you handle these challenges with such ease.
You are absolutely amazing.   

You babble, talk, whine, hum, cry, grunt, squeal, or scream.  Constantly.  Constantly. 
You are loud.
I love the sound of your laugh.
You are ticklish. 

You play peek-a-boo all the time.  You wave.  You are busy.  So so busy.

But every now and then, you will slow down just enough to put your head on my shoulder.
This is new.  And we love it.