10 Months

10 Months.  As in two months until he is one.   If life wasn't so fun right now, I would cry at the thought of not having a baby anymore.  But it is fun, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Evan turned 10 months on October 20th and is continuing to do amazing things.  He walks while holding on to his push toys, has three teeth, drinks out of a sippy cup like a champ, and drinks cow's milk.   His new favorite games are high fives and playing chase.  He loves to be chased around the house.  He also loves to give his mommy kisses and his new thing is pushing daddy away when daddy tries to kiss mommy. :)

He is still tiny as ever, wearing mostly 6 month clothes, with a few nine month shirts thrown in the mix.  Baxter is his best (dog) friend and he, amazingly, has learned to stay clear of Bailey.  He is rarely in a bad mood, but when he is, he can throw a fit with the best of them.  He loves to take pictures (although you might not know it from the lack of pictures on the blog) and will smile anytime he thinks someone is taking his picture.

He is not afraid of anything, has figured out how to get off the couch, bed or any other high surface (aka nose diving), and absolutely loves to take a bath and splash in the water.  He is 100% boy, moving nonstop from sun up to sun down.  He is finally starting to go to sleep by himself without crying, but even that is a struggle sometimes.  He is the best cuddling partner on the planet and will melt your heart from his excitement if you let him lay with you instead of making him nap in his crib.  His dad is his hero and he is his mommy's world.