Ten Months - A Toby post.

Double figures!

So, what to say about you little man? You are gorgeous - that probably doesn't need saying. You're still as chubby as ever with ringlets of sweet baby podge on your arms and your legs. You are crawling (of sorts).You remind me of a caterpillar as you still use your stomach to manoeuvre yourself to wherever it is you want to get to, (usually towards the nearest wire. You are yet another man in my life with an absolute fascination with technology). It's amazingly efficient - nothing chewable stands a chance against you.

You're a chatterbox. Yes, you're right - you have to be to get a word in edge ways around here. No definite words yet (we did wonder if you tried to say Ben the other day - maybe) but lots of emphatic sounds. I do love our nonsense conversations.

And I remain ridiculously, naively, hopeful that sometime soon, you'll decide to sleep! I'm not reckless - all night wouldn't be completely necessary but three ... maybe even four... hours at a stretch unpunctuated by you expressing your view that sleep is for lesser beings, that would be the icing on the cake little one. Until then ...

You have brought such a lot of light and love and giggles into our life. Thank you for living.