You are 10 months old. You are crawling properly, real baby crawling - hands and knees, ponderously. You still have a great commando shuffle but you use it less often now. You pull yourself up on anything you can reach - tables, chair legs, mummy's legs, dog-dog... you are just so pleased with yourself. You've learned that when you hold a phone to your ear and 'talk', people applaud you, and now you do that with every object you can find: a fridge magnet, a stick, a plastic farmer. I applaud you every time.
Every new thing, every new movement you master is a mountain you've climbed, and watching you climb is amazing. It maybe because I've watched your brother through this stage but I'm somehow more aware of you and your 'babyness' - knowing it will pass so quickly. I feel you're on the verge now, of babyhood and toddler. I was longing to see every new stage with your big brother, and with you I want it to last and last.. I want to hold you, ten-month-sized daughter, forever.
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