Liam is ten months old. Seriously! Ten months! That is 305 days, 7,320 hours, 439,200 minutes. I am grateful for every second he has been alive, and am even more astounding by the growth he has experienced in just ten short months.
He waves hello and goodbye, he knows the signs for "all done" and "more'. He loves to dance and clap his hands, and play with his toys. His has an obsession with paper, he likes the way it rips into tiny pieces, and his favorite new menace is to play with the water cooler and splash in the puddles he makes. (We did put a gate up but he still manages to get it somehow).
And get this, a day before he turned ten month's old, he started walking! He's still a bit wobbly and all that, but he can take about 10 steps without falling! He still looks a little drunk though when he walks, but it's a cute kind of drunk!
He weighs 22lbs and seven ounces, and is 30 inches tall, a full 12 lbs heavier and 8 inches taller than he was at birth. He continues to be the light to our lives! And we are elated with how well his development goes. He will though, be returning back to his therapies because of weakness we are seeing. Regardless of it he still does his everyday thing.
I'll upload pictures once I can find my darn cord!!
