Brixton: 10 Months

Brixton is 10 months old and has seemingly transitioned to more of a toddler stance in the past month.  Well, a toddler who can't actually toddle.  Or crawl for that matter.  Yep, he's still mobility-challenged, although I think by the time our 11 month old update comes along, we might have news to report.

He's starting to try to pull up on things more and more and he loves to stand (with help).  He's started to dance.  He's waving and clapping.  He wags his little finger during our Five Little Monkeys books, when the doctor scolds them.  He is, without a doubt, done with 99% of all pureed foods.  He shakes his head 'no' when we try to feed them to him.  He's all about PB&J, spicy Cuban beans, polenta, Gardenburgers, plantains, and drinking out of a straw, something that took him only one day to master.  He's totally a genius, right?  Wrong.  He can't crawl yet, remember?

He's definitely showing more attitude and opinions.  He cries more when things don't go his way.  We left the park today and he got mad.  He likes to be held more.  He LOVES being read to.  He loves his papa.  I thought he was transitioning down to one nap a day, but I think it led to his cranky alter ego and the Very Bad Week, so we are back to two naps a day, and like magic, it worked.  He understands so much, both in German and English, which thrills me to no end.  Just today I asked him in German, Where's your stomach?  and he promptly touched his own fat tummy, as opposed to mine.

Now that we're in the city, he's got a whole gaggle of new things to look at, hear, explore.  We've been under the 'L' train a few times when it's gone by--it's incredibly loud--and he starts a bit, then looks around with a worried look on his face.  I always cover his ears.  It just seems like the right thing to do, though I'm the one 34 years closer to deaf.  He's settled in to the new sounds of the city like a champ, sleeping through sirens, barking dogs and a crew of inmates walking down the sidewalk to pick up trash escorted by a Sherriff's van.  Ah, city life.  

This looks says to me, I'm only sitting here like this because you gave me a lemon cookie yesterday (recipe from Sarah--delish BTW).  I'm appeasing you, mother.  

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