ten months

There are three people in this life that make Cameron's life worth living: Daddy, Renee and Sasha. Simon and I? We're totally second rate. If he so much as catches a glimpse of Ski he dives for the ground and thud, thud, thuds his little booty over there as fast as he can. He follows Renee everywhere she goes to the point where she is constantly saying "Cammon, LEAVE ME ALONE."

Seriously, what kind of kid doesn't like his mother? Mine apparently. It makes me sad so often and then I have to tell myself that maybe it's just a phase. Maybe someday he'll want me to hold him. I love him anyways.
He LOVES to swing. LOVES it. When the swingset showed up in the backyard I KNEW Renee would love it. I knew she'd want to be outside all day every day but I didn't realize how sweet it could work out for me if Cameron liked it too. And he does. The ONLY time he sits still is in that swing and he'll sit there smiling and screeching for a half an hour at a time. And if you know Cameron you know that a half an hour is a LONG time for him to do ANYTHING. Even sleep.  

I guess he'll play Squash the Cat for a half an hour at a time sometimes. Sasha seems to enjoy 22 pounds of baby crawling all over her and ripping out her fur because she follows him around all day. And I refuse to protect her because she lays there just ASKING for it. Then all of a sudden she'll have had enough and she bats at him and then he cries and she looks at me like it's all my fault. OF COURSE IT'S MY FAULT.
My money was on ten months for him to start walking and while he's made big strides in that department and can walk between the ottomans and along the furniture, he still prefers crawling as his primary mode of transportation. He'll look like he's going to try and then he says screw it and heads for the floor instead.  He can walk holding on to one of hands though so I imagine we're headed in that direction soon. As though he doesn't already have enough bruises and scrapes from just the simple fact that he's a BOY. He has no fear.

He learned how to wave bye bye and I absolutely adore how he waves with his whole body. And I especially love how he scrunches up his nose while he's doing it. He'll just bust out The Wave for no reason sometimes and look at me like "When are you guys going to clap and say 'Yeah Cameron' because I'm totally waving over here."

He went through a stretch where he was sleeping fairly well and then all of a sudden out of nowhere mid-month he pretty much quit sleeping all together. Sleeping is for sissies. I love how he grabs my shirt and forcefully pulls me towards him with both hands when I go into his room to console him in the night. I also hate how he does this because seriously the lack of sleep going on at our house is getting OLD.

He is cutting some new teeth (three on the top including his two front teeth) now so I'm crossing my fingers that that's what is bothering him at night. Although I think his troubles fall more into the category of farts. He HATES to fart. Seriously he'll carry on screaming and arching his back for like 15 minutes sometimes and then he'll bust off a fart and immediately go back to normal. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THIS. I feed him nothing but fruits and vegetables and meat and his belly is still so volatile.
 
He loves the bath and the sprinkler and the water table. He has NO fear at all, crawling right through the sprinkler with it spraying right in his face. He'll sort of shake it off and then look up at me and laugh. Like did you catch that mom? I'm TOUGH.

He's incredibly ticklish. Like I pretty much just have to look at him and say "TICKLE, TICKLE" and he busts out laughing. I love his laugh. His smile is HANDS DOWN his best feature.
 
Although I have to admit that the dimples on his elbows and his knees are a close second. Why can't babies have chubby little rolls on their legs forever?

He wants to eat his snacks in the living room like Renee so my house is pretty much covered in a thin layer of pears and peaches and bananas. He dumps them all over the carpet and then smears them in. NICE.  

He's big enough to start to do things with Renee, they actually sat in the wagon for like 10 minutes together without fighting this weekend and Ski and I spent the entire walk pondering how wonderful life would be if they just got along and liked to play together.

He's busy growing and learning and becoming his own little dude. I looked at him a few times this month and just sighed because he's starting to look like a kid. He's starting to look what he's going to look like when he gets older. And then I find myself torn between welcoming a life where the kids aren't on such different schedules and we can actually have a life again and wanting him to stay little forever. Because I'll miss the sound of a baby crying through the monitor at three in the morning someday. Won't I?  

I'll miss the giggles and dimples, this much is sure. 

Comments

[anne]

Oh my gosh, he is SO cute!!

[Nicole]

How on Earth can he be 10 months old already?! Seriously. It feels like he just arrived. He is so devestatingly handsome.

[The Mommy]

Boy, is he a cutie patootie or what?

And sadly, I have no idea if you'll ever actually MISS those 3 AM wake-up calls. I haven't had the chance to "miss" them in over 6 years...