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So my boy is 10 months old now, ever closer to that 1-year mark that I never imagined would get here. Now it's creeping up faster each day! My boy has become quite the showman...he now calls his dad "aba" (Papa) and today told his Dad "no". (at least that's what we think he said). I think to myself, I carried you for 9 months and have nursed you for another 10 and counting...where's "Mama"? Oh well. He crawls all over the house and is into everything imaginable! Now I know why they say to cover those outlet holes. They're right at the level of little eyes and apparently extremely fascinating (gee, what's this? something new I haven't gotten into yet...). He loves to take our books off the shelves and the videos out of the video cabinet. Today I let him play in my desk shelves while I checked my email. That was a treat for him. New papers to crinkle and salivate on!

Hubs has started rehearsing songs to sing in church for special music...well, my boy has decided he wants to be a singer too. (singer we can handle. ballet dancer, that's another story.) Every time Hubs goes to the radio or even gets out a CD, my boy reaches out his little arms and/or starts crawling toward Daddy. He wants Hubs to hold him while he sings. I sat and watched them today and it was the cutest thing. They really are becoming best buds. A couple nights ago I got home from work unexpectedly early and watched them playing in the bathtub together and they didn't realize I was watching. They were two peas in a pod, just a tiny baby splashing and being silly in the bath and his daddy being silly right along with him. And Daddy plays cars way better than I do. They crash cars together and crash them into the wall and it's hilarious. I try to do the same thing and I get the "Is that the best you can do?" look. As Wayne and Garth would say, I'm not worthy.

We had our first (of undoubtedly many) bout with pinkeye starting Monday. So we've been struggling w/ eyedrops. And let me tell you, trying to put eyedrops into the eyes of a squirmy, ticked-off 10 month old is akin to, oh say, holding back Niagara Falls. Very close to impossible, if not there.

I'm going to try and post some recent pics of the WonderChild. We'll see how it goes.