Emil is 10 months old today! Eeek! I cannot believe my little sweet man will be one year old in only two months. Where does the time go?
This post is not to highlight all the new tricks he can do, though he is on the verge of walking, hence all the bumps and bruises on the old noggin. One task makes me happier than the others: the acceptance of real food (no more gagging!) into his diet. And he eats anything. Including his big brothers’ peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when he can reach them. And salmon and rice. And roasted root vegetables and quinoa (fork-mashed, of course)!
This little guy is at the sweetest age. He has never been much of a cuddler, but has the most gentle, mild-mannered personality and charms the pants off of everyone he meets. As is common with third children, I assume, he really knows how to get the attention of other children. Also, he hardly ever cries. A pretty tough lad. When he falls down, gets knocked over, has a toy stolen, gets his fingers smashed, goes under water by accident at the swimming pool… he cries out, but is so easily comforted it makes me nervous that I won’t know when he’s really hurt. Then, after a millisecond of reassurance, he is pushing and straining to get back down and into the thick of it.
He’s all step aside, I can handle it.
Happy 10 months, Emil. We love you to the bottom of our hearts and more.