10 Months Old

Yesterday, my beloved FIN turned 10 months old. We celebrated mostly by saying, "hey, guess who's 10 months old today?!", then we gave him his first beer. You'd agree with our logic, I mean after all, he IS SO BIG!

Dear FIN,

Every month I say to myself, I can't believe you are x number of months old. I try to put it into perspective with different analogies:

1. You are as old as the number of months I carried you
2. You are older than the amount of time spent in a school grade

This past month was a big month for you. You learn things so fast now - I tell ya, you figured out how to grow that first tooth, and then there ya go and grew another right away. You learned how to clap, wave goodbye, and hello, and can play the "So Big" game. I'm pretty sure you say "hi" and "what", but that's up to interpretation of anyone else that hears you say it... so I'll just include that in your list of 10 month leaps and bounds. You finally figured out how to do the pincher grab with your first finger and thumb, though you still have an interesting way to put cereal in your mouth. You will wrap your pointer finger around a piece of Kix cereal, and then roll it up and down your face till it lands in your mouth.

The new game that the dog has learned, is that as soon as you wake up, means that he can eat - and let me tell you, fatty is hungry. He shouldn't be since you also figured out that if you drop your food on the ground, it mysteriously disappears - hence Winston being on light dog food. So I digress, what Winston has figured out, is that if he goes into your room as soon as you start moving around in the morning, he'll lick your head through your crib bars, and then you are instantly up. Once you are up, we are all up. At 5 AM no less. I bought you room darkening shades this week - this did nothing to help your 5 AM wake up calls.

Next weekend your manny Wes and his hot-stuff woman Jess are getting married. We aren't taking you with us to the festivities because mommy and daddy need to get their drink on - er, a break, doh, I mean you need to spend time with your aunt Ana and soon to be uncle Carlos. Don't get all upset, besides day care, I have only had someone baby sit you 5 times in 10 months. That's how much I love you.

Love,

Your mama

Feed Me!

At daycare on Tuesday, Helene (day care provider) decided to have some fun with FIN and just hold the spoon in front of him.

Eaten by a frog

Here is a picture of FIN in the frog pool at Day care. Yet another argument that he'll make later in life that his toys at day care are WAY better than his ones at home. In response to that argument, I'll be left to say "well I told your babysitter to put you in water because you had a really bad diaper rash". Or I could take the really low road and tell him his daddy needed the toy money to buy booze, because his crying makes him drink - oh who am I kidding, FIN doesn't cry.

2 Teef

So whats new in my life - well 2 teef! This past week was a rough one, my mom says equally on her too. I got over my double ear infection, then I got the coxsackie virus (aka hand-foot-and-mouth disease), all the while, I cut my second toof. Mom stayed home with me during this tough time juggling me and work. It was quite the circus act.

Coming up next weekend, people keep saying I'm going to be dunked. I don't know what that means, but I guess its like a ritual bathing in front of a group of people. Baptism? Whatever, but theres going to be a party for me!

Heres a picture of me, and you can almost see both of my teeth.

Peas and carrots. YUM!

Video of FIN feeding himself and babbling.

9 month stats

So last night mom took me to see the doctor. I was all worried about getting shots, but there wasn't any this time. Mom kept saying "they're gonna stick a thermometer up your butt", but I really think she is regressing back to the days of her childhood. Odd that at 9 months I have down the concept of regression and the fact that my mother was a child once too. Anyhoo, so here it is:

• 25lbs - 4oz. - 95 percentile for weight


• 30 inches tall - 90 - 95 percentile for height


• 90 percentile for head size


• Double ear infection

So I'm back on the antibiotics again. On the wagon, off the wagon. Good thing its a wagon and not a horse, I hear they are way more stable. Oh thats right its a horse when its booze related... I get it now.

Here's a picture of me eating my cheerios this morning. By the looks of it, you'd think someone pissed in them.