As I write this you are happily munching on table food because you refuse to be fed anything that has been pureed or mashed up in any sort of way. You prefer to gum it or you scream your head off at the silliness of baby food and a spoon. So, eat away at that deconstructed chicken pot pie, sweet little one, because that is one less thing mama has to do at dinner time!
I didn't even bother putting you inside the laundry basket this month, because I knew you'd have it flipped over and be outta there before I could bend back up to take a photo. Instead, I let you push it happily across the floor until you found the childproof lock you are so enamored with.
Yes, I understand your frustration that you can't get it off the door. That is the point. ;)
I told Sean the other day that he better watch out because I think his record of walking first will be taken down by you. He walked just around a week shy of 11 months, and the rate Luke is going he's going to probably match or best that. He cruises around holding onto furniture, can climb the stairs (much to my surprise of finding him halfway up in a blink one day), and is eager to join the ranks of the big kids partaking in their mischief making. You'll be there soon enough, sweet boy, so please slow down. You're really the last baby this time!
mmm, tasty
Trying to figure out how to get the toy (just out of sight) without letting go of the chair

























