Ten Months

She cruises, she crawls, she climbs, she talks - her latest saying is "chicka, chicka, chicka."  Have no idea where she got it.  The other day I picked her up from school and we echoed each other with "chicka, chicka, chicka" the whole way home.  

She moved to Side 2 in the Infant Room at school, further reminding me that she is not one of the teeny tiny babies anymore.  But she really does love it over there; the toys are bigger, they get to go outside more often, the schedule is a little more regimented - only two naps a day and table food meals are scheduled - and frankly, she was just ready. 

She belly laughs when I jump up and down like a frog and ribbit, it also makes Buckley bark and Paul rethink our marriage. 

She is eating everything in sight.  She sits down to eat and doesn't stop for about a half hour, and that's only because we finally pull the plug.  Tonight she took out a piece of multi-grain bread, 1/2 cup of blueberries, 1/2 cup of watermelon, a banana, the end of a jar of "spring vegetables and pasta" and cheerios.  I couldn't make this stuff up.

Lucy has been waking up around about 5:30/6:00 AM every morning.  Paul and I just aren't quite ready to greet the day that early, so we disregard all sound parenting advice and get her out of her crib and pull her in bed with us.  She sucks her thumb, pinches our necks/chest/back and arm fat with her other hand (SHE DOES THIS ALL THE TIME!) while she rests her head on one of our chests, moving back and forth between us until we hear "Dada, Dada, Dada" and she starts crawling toward the edge of the bed, and we know it's up and at 'em.

Selfishly, I'm having a tough time with this one. 10 months seems like a BIG KID. I guess if she has to grow up, at least she gets to be the cutest kid EVER while doing so.