Collin is ten months old. I've been feeling a little sad about this milestone. I have always sort of felt that ten months is no longer considered a baby...even though Collin is a giant kid & grew out of his, "bitty," baby phase a long time ago. Still, I feel like he's becoming a toddler entirely too quickly for my emotional liking.
We spent Collin's ninth month of life almost entirely in Michigan. Although we were sad to leave Greg behind, I was thrilled that we were able to experience things together that I remember so fondly as a child. Trips to chilly Lake Huron, warm bonfires with the family, gooey s'mores with Gramma & being plain lazy on a hot, humid day.
There were so many, "firsts," for Collin this month, I'm not sure I remember them all. Many of them have to do with Michigan. First plane ride, first visit to Lake Huron, first thunderstorm, first time peeing on Grandpa Sanford's bed & many other equally as humorous things.
The major milestones this month, however were pretty stinking major. Collin can officially stand by himself & can even pull himself to a standing position from the middle of the floor! He needs no assistance! I know to many of you, this is extremely boring, but to a Mommy, this is OMGSOEXCITING & a major event that deserves fireworks & a parade.
If that last milestone deserve it's own parade, I think this one deserves it's own national holiday. Collin took his first steps this month! Yes, & his very first one was in Michigan! This fact makes my heart swell to sizes immeasurably large. He waited until we got home to Las Vegas for any additional walking & promptly took three steps to Mama! Break out the noisemakers, people! Collin is nearly a full blown walking machine!
I don't think this little man knows just how much joy, frustration, happiness, fear & love he has brought into my life these past ten months. I wouldn't change it for the world.
