Finn turned 10 months old last Thursday and to celebrate this double-digit milestone, we visited the doctor for a checkup and flu shot. The boy is now 17 3/4 pounds and 29 inches tall, which puts him in the 50th percentile for height and the 5th percentile for weight compared to other boys his age. Average height and really skinny - sounds like someone else I know...
Anyway, the doctor said developmentally Finn is doing "awesome" - ahead of schedule, even. She may say that to all the moms, but I'm pretty sure she was confirming what we've known all along - that the kid's a genius. And good-looking, to boot.
So far, month 11 has been eventful for Finn (and us). Since he started crawling 2 1/2 weeks ago, he's gone from being unsure and wobbly to racing all over the house and getting into everything (cat food and water dishes are favorites). He sprouted 3 new teeth in 10 days and the drooling has subsided a bit (for now). He babbles all day long - usually at the top of his lungs, but has also been whispering "dadada" as he scoots across the floor. And, he learned how to pull himself up to his feet. The one problem with this new skill is that he hasn't figured out how to get down once he's standing up. The other morning over the monitor I heard him move around and then suddenly start crying. I went into his bedroom to discover him hanging horizontally just a couple of inches above the mattress, gripping the crib rail for dear life. I wish I had gotten a picture of that. I did get one of him standing up:
With the advent of all this new activity has also come a fatigue Finn has never known. He's bone-tired at the end of every day and has been sleeping a solid 10-11 hours a night. And when naptime comes around, it doesn't matter where we are, we wind up with this:
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