ten months.

at the risk of sounding like a broken record, i won't start this post off by saying how fast the last month flew by.  and i won't be cliche by saying something like "parker changes everyday," either.  i'll just say, wow... my little boy is growing up.

so here's my little boy, all growed up to ten months.
{compare previous monthly pics here}

are you wondering what is up with this month's picture?  what is that p-ray leg stretch action going on up there you ask?  well, back when i started taking monthly pictures when parker was a newborn, no one thought to say, "hey amy, maybe you should do something besides laying your baby down on his back because when he gets to be like, oooooh, ten months, you will NOT be able to make him lie on his back for two seconds to save your life."

yeah, no one told me that.  so this picture was taken quickly before parker was able to flip back to his belly & crawl off.

here are some images that didn't make the cut for p-ray's ten month picture:

this kid is all over the place.  he can stand up, he can get back down, he can sit up from crawling, & he can get into trouble.  oh man, can he get into trouble.  most of my day is spent pulling parker away from one mischievous activity & trying to place him somewhere where the next mischievous activity is at least five minutes away. 

but he always manages to find trouble real quick.

parker loves to get into things.  he can open cabinets, drawers, & can even push open or close doors to get at what he wants.  he constantly pulls up to get into the planter in our front window & then tries to shove the dirt in his mouth before i can get to him.  he loves to go from one thing to the next & everything he comes across gets picked up & shoved in his mouth.  he self-entertains really well which allows for me to get stuff done around the house, but he is so much more fun to play with than housework is to do, so i still don't get much done.  while he plays, he makes silly little boy noises.  he squeals, he spits, he mumbles to himself, he breathes a raspy mischievous breathing noise (i don't know how else to explain it), he laughs, he makes motorboat sounds, & he makes me laugh.  he fake laughs.  he also fake coughs & has fake sneezed once.  sam & i about died.

he loves soft things.  his pillow pets, fuzzy blankets & lovies are his favorite things.  he buries his head in them, rolls around with them, & squeals & giggles.  he can stop a ball that is rolled onto his lap & will roll it back to you.  he & sam make a game of it every night.  he is saying mamama, dadada, and bababa.  not sure what the last one means.  he is eating solids like a champ.  he eats yogurt, bananas, oatmeal, sweet potatoes, cheerios, yogurt snacks, & any baby food.  we're nursing four times a day & he's taking a six ounce bottle of formula once a day.  he gives amazing hugs.  seriously, he squeezes your neck like he's not gonna let go.  he head butts on command & thinks it's really funny when you say "bonk!"  he freaks. the. heck. out. when his dad comes home.  he hugs him, he giggles, squeals, he screams, he kicks his legs, & he gets the biggest smile you've ever seen.

he has two bottom teeth & three top teeth, he goes to bed around nine & wakes up for the day at eight-thirty-ish, waking up once to nurse around five.  he's wearing anything from size six month pants & shirts to eighteen month onsies & size four diapers.

and he is still so dang cute.

love this kid.


love votes too.  really.