10 months - double digits

I promise there was once a sign involved. And that sign said ten months. Those signs stopped working months ago.

I wish I had this on video. He was laughing so hard at Trey laughing. Seriously. Trey would get tickled at Jones then Jones would get tickled at Trey and they both couldn't stop laughing. Hilarious.
(Trey was trying to help...)



How did we spend his 10 month birthday? Well, when it's 70 degrees out, you spend it outside! Only Mississippi do we have sleet one week and spend the day at the beach the next.

We went to the park with Hope and Hayes after his morning nap: (pictures taken on my phone)

Then we ran errands. On our way home on HWY 90, I looked over and saw how pretty the water looked so I swerved over and let Jones play in the sand for the first time. Poor baby has lived at the beach for 10 months and never touch the sand. He wasn't sure at first, he just sat there, but then he got in to it and loved it. Anything outside and he is game.
(more phone pics...)

Then after his afternoon nap Hope and I wanted to take the boys back to the beach. It was getting a little windy by this point so we didn't stay long. Plus, we were at a different part of the beach. There was trash. And way too many sea gulls. But the boys had fun!



At ten months:

* Jones' personality is becoming more and more apparent. He is so chill and so funny.
* Some days he is a good eater, some days not so much. I don't worry too much about it. He is still a good nurser so I know he is getting all the nutrients he needs. This past month I have introduced chopped hard boiled eggs, avacado, fruit smoothies, pieces of boiled chicken and organic yogurt. He loved it all.
* Bath time is his favorite...still. He tries to climb in while I am getting the water ready. Cracks me up.
* He started this smirk thing recently where he tries not to smile at you. He gets teased and tries his very best to not smile but then can't take it any longer and smiles so big. It melts my heart.
* He can say mama, dada, and nana, which of course makes me tear up. I know he is trying to say banana, which I say to him every morning at breakfast. He looks at it and says nanananana. Nana would love it. He has no clue he is saying mama and dada, by the way. And he never says it on command.
*Can cruise along furniture and can take a few steps if you are holding both his hands, but seems pretty satisfied with his crawling. And why wouldn't he? He can move.

Side note: We are going Wednesday morning to the pediatric orthopedic surgeon for his feet/legs. I am a little nervous, but know it will be fine in the end. The nurse told me to expect to be there for at least a few hours. It's going to be a long day! I am just thankful we aren't having to go to New Orleans. He is from Tulane, but comes to the coast once a week for referrals.

Little man has hit double digits. Got to start planning that 1st birthday party now! I don't think I could love him more if I tried.