I should really be calling this the month 10 and 1/2 letter, because that is what you are. I have been so busy at work lately, I just haven't had time to update. Curses billable hours!
Anyway, it has been quite a month around here. The biggest development is that Judah, you are fully crawling. You have a fairly traditional style, moving one leg and arm at a time. What is crazy is that you are fast and you have designs of being a very bad boy! Even though our living room is quite literally littered with toys, all you want to do is put the electrical cords in your mouth and knock over the speakers. I think this does not bode well.
Oscar, you had a brief foray into waving bye bye, although because it only lasted about a day, and no one besides Heidi really saw it, I think that you just happened to be flexing your little chubby hand at the exact same time as I said "wave bye bye!" So this developmental milestone appears to be purely coincidental, as was the time that you looked right at me and said "MAMA!" But seeing as I am a true to form first time mom, I will take what I can get.
On the sippy cup front, Judah continues to adore his and we have virtually phased out the bottle. Oscar, you are a stubborn little monkey and you simply will not tolerate this mode of formula delivery. Every day I patiently pour a little bit of formula in the sippy cup and place it on your highchair tray and every day you throw it on the floor and patiently wait for me to give in and give you your bottle. I am fully and hopelessly trained. You have impressed me with your single mindedness and sense of purpose, however, again, this does not bode well. I think we are now in day 46 of what will be known as "The Sippy Cup Strike."
In the past month, we celebrated your first Rosh Hashonah. It was a big deal because we brought you up on the Bimah of our synagogue to recite a prayer. Unfortunately, we weren't really able to recite the prayer very well because Judah, you insisted on eating the card on which the prayer was printed. My sister and mom were laughing so hard at this turn of events that I think one of them might actually have cackled. Nonetheless, we paraded you up there and everyone ooohed and ahhed over your adorable little faces. It sure beat last year when someone actually said to me "I can't believe how big you are!" Have I ever mentioned that I hated being pregnant?
We are rounding the corner on your first year, which is just unbelievable. As a result, because of the fact that you were born in the midst of about 20 other babies, we are celebrating a lot of first birthdays around here. In fact, you attended Julia Turow's party at My Gym, where you discovered the magic that is the ball pit. Unfortunately, due to your girth and lack of surface area, you sort of sunk to the bottom. Thankfully for Daddy (who went with Jamie as my proxy) there was plenty of beer. Note to self, must serve booze at your upcoming birthday party.
The only other development to mention is that Judah, you have officially discovered grabbing your, shall we say, junk. Changing a diaper has become virtually impossible, and we have had more than one instance where you go to grab your bits and pieces and there has been a poop event, which results in poop hands. Readers, you can imagine what happens next, poop hands go everywhere, including the walls, Judah's hair, mouth, my shirt...the disgusting possibilities are endless. Being a parent is fun, but sometimes really, really, really gross.
Month ten pics to follow including first photos of the Joseph boys in Colts gear!
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