The saga of a 10 month old

Today I walked out of a long overdue bathroom break and saw the tail end of what looked like a short tumble down the stairs. He may have only made it up one step before turning around and sliding down face first. He's a toughie though, because all he gave was a whine.

Last night was the first time we ever stayed in bed and listened to the sound of a baby crying for more than 45 minutes. I had to physically keep Greg from getting up and going to get him. Apparently, pacifier addiction goes on into the early morning hours. I think we're about done with that. All this week I've been trying to train him to fall asleep on his own, without rocking or a noise maker. I thin he's old enough to know that when he wakes up in the night he can put his paci back in or tough it out without one. Maybe this way he'll self-wean from the paci and we won't have to do it. I think the next step is putting him down without one actually in his mouth, only in his bed. That way if he wants one he can get it himself and if he doesn't, he can ignore it. Crossing fingers for that to happen........

I'm still patiently waiting for a first step. He keeps standing up, and cruising between furniture, but not quite to the stepping yet. Soon, though!

We're going to have his first birthday party on the weekend either before or after his bday. I am still waiting for my emails to come back with family preferences. I think I will have a small neighborhood get-together for some of Caleb's baby friends on the actual birthday. (a Wednesday)

Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE this job? This is what I was meant to do! I love being a part of my little boy's life every minute of every day! He's such a good boy, even when he is bad! Which is practically never, unless there's a tooth issue.

I think I need to go rescue Ladybug from baby fingers.