- claps when I enter the room, which is great for my self esteem
- suddenly hates being laid on his back for diaper changes, for some reason
- is wearing size 12-18 months in pants—he's so tall!
- points to his mouth when I say "where's your nose?"
- hands out kisses left and right
- laughs when we laugh, even if he doesn't know why we're laughing
- stands on his own for a few seconds at a time—usually before he realizes what he's doing
- plays peek-a-boo with me by squatting down and popping back up:
I can't believe he is ten months old! Last night I pointed out to Chris that he's now been outside my belly for longer than he was inside. That's crazy to me, because that pregnancy felt like it was never-ending, while the last ten months have slipped by in a blur. I don't understand the way time works. Little moments seem to freeze—like last night in the bathtub, when I knocked the rubber duck off the edge of the tub over and over and over for five or six minutes and Joey laughed so hard he almost couldn't breathe, that seemed to last for an eternity, in the very best way—while whole weeks rush by and wait, wasn't I just taking his nine-month photo a few days ago?
I can hardly keep up, but I love this time. Go, Joey, go.