And now, already, Eli is 10 months old.
I feel like he is HUGE - particularly when I look back at his teeny tiny newborn pictures (which were simply not taken that long ago!) but the charts and scales tell me he is in about the 25th percentile.
He's becoming more and more frustrated at being immobile and whines and fusses until we stand him upright.
He loves to babble - quite the chatterbox! But he has to be in order to keep up with Nora.
At 10 months he has still only rolled 4 times. 3 of those times were on his 10 month 'birthday'. I think he may skip the rolling and crawling stage and go straight to cruising. He loves to walk (holding our hands of course.)
Still cute as a button and sweet as can be. Except for those wretched teeth which are trying to break through his top gums and which turn him into this...
This is how Nora feels about it.
"Don't worry." we console ourselves and our pain-sticken son, "Only 14 more months of this teething business."
