Emma, 10 months old

As much as I hate to admit it, Emma’s 1st year is coming to a close. Today she’s 10 months old. Tomorrow, she’s 10 years. Then she’s going off to college.

The upside to all of that is that I might actually get to sleep again. But seriously, it’s just going too quickly and I worry that I’m not soaking it all in appropriately.

She’s like this bigsmall human person who curls up on my shoulder and sticks her hands in my face and WALKS. The tiny baby she was is no more but in my head she’s that same tiny baby we brought home from the hospital 10 months ago.

At 10 months old, Emma:

WALKS. Really, she monsters around places all unsure of herself and wobbly but trying hard to be like the big kids.
waves. She’s not really saying “bye bye,” or much of anything, but she flaps her little hand around and laughs at herself.
eats three meals a day. Her favorites are chicken, fruit, and spinach/mango/pear pouches. She also loves sweet potatoes but they give her a diaper rash. (Nobody said parenting was pretty. At least I’m not showing you pictures.)
is sleeping unswaddled for part of the night. THIS IS HUGE.
smacks her lips together to make a “pop pop pop” sound and is delighted whenever anyone does it back to her.
makes bigger messes with the toys than Joshua does.
still nursing like a champ, at least 5 times a day but usually more.
is just all around awesome.