Ten months have gone by way too fast. My sweet baby Dylan is quickly turning into a little boy who loves to get into everything! Today for instance, I'm cleaning the kitchen and the boys are playing in our nook area, all is well... I think. Kaleb yells suddenly, "Mo-om, Dylan just put a fly in his mouth!" What?!? I come literally running, shove my finger in his mouth, to yes, scoop a dead fly out of my baby's mouth!!! Sick, sick, sick!
Besides exploring and getting into mischief, Dylan loves to scoot everywhere on his tummy and he's pretty fast. Ben calls him our little inchworm. When he's not scooting, he's trying to stand and loves to be propped up against a couch, or held in standing position while he bounces, and bounces & bounces! Dylan loves to give high fives, is waving & also pointing now. He's also quite a mama's boy lately and doesn't like me to leave the room. Endearing? Not so much.
Other favorites: playing with the springy door stop, turning pages of books (which I love), playing in the pool and bath, and feeding himself. He loves grapes, corn, popsicles, pretzel sticks, and hotdogs. Btw... can't believe I'm feeding him hotdogs, but I'm hoping for a not-so-picky eater this time around.
Lately, Mr. Dreamy will come in for a kiss (that's what I think) then clamps down on my lip with a four tooth bite! Every time he bites me, I pull him away, look into his eyes, and in my mean mom voice say, "No, Dylan, no biting!" He immediately puts on the saddest face I've ever seen and cries his little eyes out. Love bites!