Hard to believe, my first baby boy is now 10 months old!
He is the cutest, sweetest, calmest little guy.
I think having five big sisters is shaping him to be quiet most of the time, and just a little loud if he really needs something.
Since his birth, we moved to Florida and then back to Colorado and then to our current home. He has handled it all in stride, and kept on nursing like a champ. He currently has just his two bottom teeth and can sit up. Following in Piper's footsteps, Ezra does not appear too interested in crawling or walking. He likes to play with sippy cups more than bottles. He is an outdoors-man and is still happiest near mommy whether in or out. He has had a handful of cookies/crackers/ yogurt puffs and fresh fruit- but continues to rather nurse at least every 3 hours.
I love looking at him and imagining the man he may become or trying to figure what he will look like as he grows. My favorite moments with him are when he is very tired after nursing, I walk him around holding him up near my shoulder so he can burp. He will stay so still and cuddle so close, it melts my heart. I feel badly that I am usually the one to stop the embrace when I have to lay him down because the other children need something.
I pray he continues in good health, and for God to grow him in His image to love and serve Him in all things.