My boy is 10 months old. He's weighing over 26 lbs. He's a huge, huge child. Everyone who sees him guesses at least a year and a half, then their eyes bulge when I tell them his age. He's happy and healthy and fun and sweet and inquisitive and placid and gentle. He studies people very intensely and seems very serious around newcomers, but not fearful. He is an observer. He crawls very quickly and easily pulls up to standing and gets back down with ease (well, relatively...we've had two bloody lips in the last 48 hours from falls). He insists on putting himself to sleep, which is puzzling, but I guess good? He refuses to be rocked, instead opting for rolling around in the crib and talking himself to sleep (BAB WAB BAB WAB BLAB BAB WAB!). His stomach is clearly doing better and it's making him a happier and more engaged child every day.
I have added to the March gallery with more pictures. April gallery to come soon.
My aunt saw this picture and saw a bit of my grandmother in him. I see it, too.
