Charlie is 10 months old today.
This weekend, he figured out how to crawl, and immediately escaped from the family room and started chasing the cat. He also perfected his pull-to-standing technique, which means we spent the whole weekend pulling him away from the TV stand, following him into the dining room, regulating his interactions with Macro, and comforting him when he’d inevitably misjudge something and tip over.
During one of those comforting sessions, I noticed a seventh tooth, on the top left.
He started skipping his morning nap in favor of a long one in the afternoon (though at daycare today he took a nice long morning nap, so maybe he’s not totally ready to give that up). We took him out to eat twice and fed him from the menu instead of packing food.
He claps his hands, waves hi/bye (though is confused by that ritual), and gives high-fives.
Like his Grandpa Bridge says… Every week, there’s more *person* there.