10 Month Traveler

What a busy month it has been- for Cheyanne and me.

Its been a big, busy month full of firsts.  I have to say, this has been my favorite month so far for Chey. I feel like I am oozing with pride and love. Ok, lets cut to the memorable details.

Cheyanne-

You are a crawler now! And you've got the red knees and top of your feet to prove it. Despite my constant attempt to keep that beautiful milky skin perfect with leggings, somehow your crawling escapades defeat all of my valiant efforts. Never mind the bruises, bumps, and scrapes that too have made their presence known in this new crawling phase.

Other things you are doing that keep me biting my nails... you love steps. Ah! Yes, that sound you hear is my heart pounding out of my chest only after being defibrillated back to life. ... You pull up on everything. No exaggeration. If it has a ledge, handle, corner, or string within reach above eye level, you pull up on it. This would be the other reason for all of the bruises, bumps, and scrapes that keep appearing on a daily basis.

You rode your first little slide and loved it.



You've been in 5 states via 6 planes and multiple car rides in 10 months. You started clapping on your 10 month birthday.  You also started pointing to things, although that may have been technically the day after you turned 10 months- unclear. You also ate your first week of solid food while in Chicago- no baby food. You love finger foods, mostly because you are just so independent you like to do things yourself. Now that we're home though, you are back on some baby foods.

You love your Momma more and more (as if that was even possible my little buddy). We're attached pretty much 24/7. You are ticklish. And you love to laugh. You have two laughs already. One, is your "sympathy" laugh for when something is fun but maybe its the 20th time someone has blown on your neck and while you still enjoy them giving you attention, I can tell its not the laughter of pure joy anymore. I call that your sympathy laugh. Its short and bursty and sometimes turns into a giggly throaty growl. Your second laugh is your real laugh. It is hearty and loud and the sweetest sound I have ever heard. I work hard for that laugh each and every day.

You are becoming more sociable with new people, but you still remain very hesitant on going to them.  You are much better to just sit and watch them for a while before being approached too quickly or close. And you never ever ever let me leave your sight without some serious distractions. I'm perfectly fine with that. You are more than happy though to flirt from the boundaries of my lap. Your bashfully flirty burrowing of the head gets 'em every time.

Every day you get a little older, a little smarter, and a whole lot cuter. there are days I just want to sit around and kiss those lovable cheeks. And some days, that's exactly what I do.

I love you Sweetheart. Thanks for being mine.