Thursday, April 01, 2010
Bundle at 10 Months - The Season of Dumping
She's not officially 10 months old for 2 more days, but since I happen to be sitting at the computer with no one bugging me at this very moment, I'm going to go ahead and post Bundle's official "she's 10-months old!" blog entry. If you have ever had a child, you know what stage she's in. She in the dumping stage. You know the one. She's on the move at every moment. The only time she's still is when she's stationed at a drawer or shelf or something containing anything that isn't bolted down and she's systematically pulling those things off/out and scattering them evenly across the floor. She's pretty good at it and is developing a decent arm in the meantime. And I let her do it because it's easier to get something done then clean up her mess instead of just spending the entire day trying to stop her from making messes in the first place. The trick is to just make sure that she makes smaller and smaller messes all day so by bedtime I'm not totally up to my ears in the contents of every drawer in my house. Some days work out, others, not so much.
You know, Bundle is amazing me lately. I don't think I've ever had a baby who is quite so attached to people before. I mean, I think all of my kids, the girls especially, have been pretty social, but Bundle is so glued to people it's just amazing. She watches our family during prayers and she folds her arms too. She tries to copy my hand gestures. She tries to mimic words. I don't think she's really had a first word yet but if I say "cracker" she says, "gock." If I say, "chase," she says, "tayse." Really. She does. But I don't think she knows what she's saying, she's just copying me. It's really fun, though.
And here she is, modeling a sweater I just finished for her. It was probably kind of dumb for me to make her a sweater in March, with Spring (hopefully) not far off, but seeing as how we're having blustery weather around here, I'm glad she has it!
Okay, just one more picture. We ate spinach last night and she loved it. A lot. Glad to finally get some roughage in this gal! She insists on feeding herself, but before she'll put anything in her mouth she has to give it the 'texture test' first. She grabs the food and palpitates it to determine its firmness. Too mushy or squishy? She chucks it on the floor. Acceptable? She makes an attempt to get it in her mouth, sometimes making it, sometimes not. Every evening, bathtime follows dinner almost immediately.