The Gratuitous Ten-Month Letter & Montage:
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Today you are ten months old. That's right, you have hit double digits. You are growing into a toddler, even though you are not yet toddling. Your favorite thing to do is look out the window. You like to kick your legs out of your stroller when we walk down the street. You like to play with spaghetti and finger paint with whipped cream. You like when I perform puppet shows with my feet and you nuzzle my socks with your face. You can kiss now. Extraordinary. You lean over with your mouth wide open and slobber on my nose or my cheek or my lips and make a mamamamalajklsadjlka sound. You like to be read stories but only at bedtime. Any other time you try to eat the books and though your teeth are tiny, they are very strong. Very strong indeed. You aren't afraid of people anymore. The other day you smiled at a baby girl and tried to pull her hair. You looked coyly away when she waved at you and said "Hi, baby." You can crawl now, which is exciting. (Just kidding. You're not even close but it's totally fine. Take your time, little dude.)
You talk to every object and toy. Your favorite food to eat is avocado, which is adorable and a little bit worrisome. You have the early signs of expensive taste. I'm afraid you got that from me. You mimic us and can shake your head for five minutes straight. You like to have screaming contests so I seldom have a voice, hoarse from screech-communicating with you for an hour. You laugh when I cross my eyes and you stick your tongue out when you're excited. You smear your hands in my food at restaurants and hum along to music in the car. You can give me five. You are learning how to give me ten...
...Happy ten-months. Yup! Very happy indeed.