Ten months
Henry turned 10 months on Friday, and to celebrate it he was fussy and whiny. Hey, it's his party, he can cry if he wants to. When I went up and got him after his afternoon nap, he stood up in his crib, smiled sweetly and batted his eyes and snuggled up when I picked him up and giggled while I tickled him during his diaper change and then we went downstairs. And he got fussy. Just like he did after we woke him up earlier in the morning. And just like he did after his morning nap. When Dave came home we decided he was probably bored so we took him to the mall to buy him some sandals. Not that he can walk or anything, but he sure can hold onto things and cruise so I thought if he had shoes on the next time we went to the park, he could hold onto something and cruise.
The major new development this past month has to be that he can eat fruited puffs now without gagging. Henry has a problem with solid food that shows any tendency towards actual solidity. If I was a single parent, he would probably be eating pureed foods the rest of his life because the gagging and choking was just about more than I could handle. Fortunately, there's someone else in Henry's life that's helping to mold him into the amazing person he will one day become, and that someone else is Dave. Dave has taken over trying to get Henry to eat actual solid food, and after much diligence and perseverance and all of that, Henry is one step closer to experiencing his first meal at China King Buffet, which is truly something to aspire to.
While we were in New Hampshire, Henry mastered the art of getting back down to floor level after hoisting himself up to the standing position. Previously when he wanted to get back down onto the floor, he would grip whatever furniture he was holding onto and fuss. I think our lack of plush carpet is holding him back a bit because whenever we're anywhere with carpet, he's much more cavalier about, well, just going for it. I still think his first word will be doggy, because no one else on this planet can elicit so much glee from him than Flash can, much to her chagrin.
Henry's also imitating the sounds of conversation. This morning he sat in his high chair and waved his arms around and had a very serious conversation with himself. He can also smack your hand when you ask for a "high five" and he gives you big, slobbery, open-mouthed kisses on the cheek when you ask for a smooch.
I just asked Dave what else Henry has achieved this month; his answer was "Fussiness". So there you have it.
