I’m having a really hard time accepting that my baby is really becoming a toddler. He’s ten months old today! G has been cruising furniture for a few weeks now and is determined to get into everything that is most certainly not a toy. He’s starting to show us his food preferences, as in, he’d rather eat the chicken than the brocolli and will even go so far as to remove the offending food from his mouth. He has four teeth, and I’m pretty sure he’s working on a few more up top right now. He loves the dogs, books and all things that make noise! My, oh my, how time flies!