James is 10 Months Old 2012

Holy cow, James's birthday feels like it's just around the corner and I haven't made any plans yet!  Will you guys come to my place the weekend of April 28th to celebrate?

James at 10 months

James is 10 months old as of Monday and 44 weeks as of Wednesday. And wow, I think he's officially a "toddler" already. "Infant" doesn't seem right for a child who walks and gets into so much trouble.

Moving- James is walking quickly!  He zips from the living room down the hall into our bedroom faster than I can get up to follow him.  We mainly keep all the doors closed, but sometimes he manages to wiggle into a room and shut the door behind him.  This takes a while to remedy because he usually just sits behind the door and I don't want to hurt him, so I can't just knock him out of the way.

Sleep- James has been sleeping through the night for a full month now! James sleeps in his crib from 7:30 p.m. to 5 or 6 a.m. I'm off the night shift now, so I'm doing half the morning shifts.  (After I wrote this, he slept horribly on the night of 2/21 so I had to get up at 4 a.m.) Now that I'm spoiled with him sleeping at night, I've moved on to complaining about how we have to hold him while naps two or three times a day. James, it's time to learn to sleep in the crib and give your mother a break!

Eating- James eats anything and everything. His favorite foods are still apples, bananas, oatmeal, wheat bread, mango baby food, yogurt, and sweet potatoes. He's tried a little chicken here and there but it doesn't rock his world.  Though he liked chicken better when it was Pad Thai-flavored.  That's right, he's being raised to be an international food lover. He's experimenting with a sippy cup but hasn't quite figured it out yet.

Nice try at eating

Growth-  James had a quick doctors appointment this month with no vaccines or blood work. (Lucky him!) The doctor measured him at 31 inches tall (perhaps an extra inch than he deserves) and 22 pounds and 10 ounces. Even at 30 inches though, he's reached half my height already! He's in 12-month shirts now because of his arm-length but in different size pants depending on the cut. I had to put all his 9-month stuff away yesterday and it was a little sad.  James has two top teeth and two bottom ones, and three new ones coming out next to the ones he has.

Look, 4 teeth!

Social- Nothing much has changed here. He wants constant attention from both me and Kevin, simultaneously.

Language- James definitely understands the word "no." Whether he chooses to respect it is another thing entirely.  He still doesn't really say any words, but the doctor said that since he's being raised bilingually we can expect up to a four month delay on the regular timing of things.  So he probably won't be saying anything until he's at least 14 months.

I've taken a little break from reading to him because he's obsessed with eating the books.  I've hid most of his books and replaced them with "bath books" than he can chew on without consuming.

 

Enjoying the photos on the fridge (paci backwards)

Games, Toys, and Trouble-making- James still loves his cause-and-effect and music-making toys. He also likes trying to pass a ball back and forth.  He still plays his own made-up version of croquet.  He still loves to pull all our books off the shelves, opening drawers and emptying the contents onto the floor. He's gotten really tricky at stealing the TV remotes from us.

Holding Rousseau

Favorites- He still loves the Itsy Bitsy Spider so much we have to sing it sparingly so as not to drive him crazy with joy. He continues to rock his pacifier backwards as he thinks the hard part is better for teething.  The paci also doubles as a rattle he shake is the air.

He likes photos-- looking at them and having them taken. He enjoys admiring himself in the mirror even more. He loves loves loves peekaboo and now that he's walking around, we sometimes dart into several different rooms while playing.  He wrestles on the floor with his dad. He's super quiet during walks which we take as indication that he enjoys them.  He hates the shoes we got him and immediately tries to tear them off.  I don't blame him though, he can barely walk in them.

He loves darting into the tupperware drawer when I open it and running away with as much tupperware as he can handle. More than he can handle... and I'm left following a trail of tupperware down the hall.

On the run, and licking the tupperware